Hated (A 1D fanfic)

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  • Published: 1 May 2013
  • Updated: 19 Feb 2014
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Sawyer hates the thought of school simply because they are there.
Yep, the thought of them gives her chills.
Who am I talking about?
The one and only Louis Tomlinson and his girlfriend Stacey Porter.


17. Cut

The next morning, I am pissed. But not at Louis, or Clay, or the school, or anyone else.

I'm pissed at myself for being such an idiot.

It was my fault my parents died, my fault Louis was a dick to me, and my fault I have this stupid cast on my hand.

I am so pissed, and scarred, and sad, I just can't handle it anymore. I storm up to the bathroom, and grab a razor from the shower. 

And all of a sudden, there is blood everywhere. It's pouring from my left wrist. All over my shirt, the floor, everything.

It doesn't help me feel better, though. It just makes me feel something. But I guess feeling something is better than feeling nothing at all, right? 

After the blood stops, I change my shirt and walk to the park. I sit on a bench near the playground, and watch.

There are two little girls playing on the swings, one that looks about eleven, and one that looks about seven.

The little one who looked about six comes over and sits by me after a while.

"What's your name?" She asks me, natural curiosity in her voice.

"My name's Sawyer." I tell her, forcing a smile. I want to be nice to her. "What's your name?"

"Millicent, but I don't like it when people call me that, so I get called Milly." She says, kicking her feet.

"What are you doing out of school, Milly?" I ask her.

"My mommy had the day off for the first time in forever, and she took us out of school and brought us here." She says. "Why are you here?"

"I didn't have to go to school today." I sort of lie, feeling a twinge of guilt in my gut. 

"That's cool! What happened to your hand?" She questions, pointing to my black cast.

"I was in a car accident." I tell her, and she frowns.

"How do you write?" She asks.

"Well, the cast is on my right hand," I say, holding up my right hand, "But I'm left handed, so it works out."

"Why do you sound like that?" She asks.

"I'm from America." I reply and she smiles. 

"That's really cool!"

Then the older one notices us, and comes over.

"Jessie, this is Sawyer, and she is American. She broke her hand in a car crash, but it's okay that her right hand is broken, because she's left handed." Milly greets her, talking one hundred miles an hour.

"Hi there, Jessie." I greet.

"Hi." She says, smiling.

I don't even realize that I'm wearing short sleeves until Milly says, "What happened to that wrist?"

"Milly! That's rude." Jessie scolds, and I can tell she knows what it is.

"No, no. It's okay, Jessie. Milly, sometimes bad things happen to good people, and sometimes that makes the good people really upset. And to make them less upset, they need a way to let out their feelings." I explain, and she nods. 

She has no idea what I mean, but she goes along with it.

"Milly, Jessie, we need to go!" I hear a lady yell, and I assume it's their mom. 

"Bye, Sawyer!" Jessie says, and Milly gives me a short hug.

"I hope no more bad things happen to you, Sawyer. You are a good person." Milly declares, and points to my wrist.

I smile a genuine smile, "I hope so, too. And I want you to take care of you and Jessie, and not let bad things happen to y'all." She nods, then takes after her older sister. 

I look down at the fresh wounds on my wrist, and touch them. I poke them, and pull them, and mess with them until they begin to bleed again. 


**Hello, babes! How are y'all doing today?

I'm snowed in, so I've had time to update a lot!

So, as usual, I just wanted to ask you to like, favorite, comment, fan, and CHECK OUT NEW DAY!!!

Well, I'll leave you with that (:

This Ally,

   Over and out!**

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