Deep in need

Taylor is living the lowlife, the hard life. Her mother comes home with abusive boyfriends and is never sober. The help she needs comes from a ceratin boy, a boy she never thought excisted.


10. Where is Chloe?

Chloe's P.O.V. I couldn't handle seeing Harry in that condition, he was going to take me on a date, so its my fault. He could, he could- I didn't let the words come out. I needed to escape, start a new life. New name, new job, new everything. Harry is probably dead right now, floating to Heaven. I packed my bags at Harry's flat, then decided to write a letter.

Dear Taylor, Niall, Liam, Zayn, Liam, and Harry

My hand trembles as I write this, but I couldn't handle seeing Harry in such a critical condition. I am leaving, I don't know where, but I need to go. Please don't come after me, it's for the best. I love all of you, especially you Haz.

Love, Chloe.

I stuck the note to the dulcet glass table, and thought a moment. I was brood, demure, alone. Maybe, maybe suicide- no Chloe, get a hold of yourself. I desultory walked out of the house glancing at the place I once called home. The elequonce in the house, its beauty, I could never afford something like this. Never again, its to fancy. My IPhone rang in my back pocket, vibrated, buzzed, but I ignored it all. After 16 calls I hadn't answered, they called me one more time. I screamed in anger and answered it. "Hi, Chloe its Taylor, where the hell are you?" Taylor, how convenient. "Read the note." I snapped, ending the call. I wondered if Harry was ok, but the doctor had said Haz had a slim chance of survival. Doubting the chance of him being alive, I got in my car, the tears streaming down my face. I thought of a good word for fleeing, or leaving, then I had one. Fugacious. A word describing exactly what I was doing. Sobs and cries couldn't handle all the agony, but maybe physical pain would. A knife, razor, anything sharp. I knew how to do it, if you wanted to die cut your wrist. I needed to find out if Harry was alive, so I called Liam. "How's Harry?" I disquised my voice. I did *67, which meant unrecognized caller. "He's awake, alive, anything but dead. And he's upset." Liam said, frustrated. "Why?" I questioned. "Because of you." Liam said, making me shocked. "I am going to kill myself." I shrieked. "NO,CHLOE DON'T!" "It's only for the best." With that, I ended the call, screaming in pain as the razor slid against my wrist. Blood trickled down, I think I needed more cuts then one. Scintilla light sparkled as I had done 3 cuts on my plae wrist, and I felt the darkness take over my body. Death didn't hurt as bad as I thought.

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