My gaurdian angel

I run into a empty class room and pull out my scissors, bringing them to my wrists
I watch as the crimson red blood pours out of my arm, cut after cut until there are 5 cuts, I grab the bandages out of my bag and cover my cuts then pull down my sleeves.......


4. Friends? part 2

Hannah's Pov


 I sit down and I feel Mackena's eyes on me as she walks over "Hey whore"


"Leave me alone Mackena" I look at my desk


"Did you get my note? Oh wait.... You had Louis throw all of them away, you know I think its cute how he is taking care or you like that.... Waiting on you hand and foot, every loser deserves it every once in a while"


 "Just go away...."


 "So, what are your plans for your birthday? Hmm? Your Mommy gonna get you a special present? Oh wait... She can't..."


"That was low, even for you" I run out of the class room


Louis' Pov I look over and see Mackena talking to Hannah, fuck.... "That was low, even for you" and she ran out


"The fuck Mackena?? It's bad enough every day, but on her fucking birthday???!" I run out after her, I see her running out of the school I chase her to the old cemetery, what is she doing here? I walk over to her and see her kneeling next to a grave


"Hey mom... I uh.... It's my birthday..." I could hear the tears "you always said that when I turned 18 you would buy me my own place to get away from him... I guess that didn't work out as planned huh? After you left I ran, I couldn't do it... I was living on the streets for three years until yesterday, I was in a hurry and I ran into Louis Tomlinson... Remember when you were really sick and in the hospital I would tell you how be was new and was really cute?? I even showed you a picture from the year book" I smiled at this part "you said I should go for it but no body cared about me... I had no friends and there was no way in hell he was gonna notice me.... Well he's letting me stay with him" she pulls up her sleeves "I'm sorry mom, I promised that I wouldn't do it but the lain was too much... Louis is trying to get me to stop though..."


I decided to say something "I am not trying... I am succeeding... Right?"


 Hannah's Pov


"I'm not trying, I am succeeding... Right?" I heard a voice from behind me I jumped and turned to see Louis


"H-how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear the part where you thought I was cute" he smirks

I turn bright red and stand up "Look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm just saying, we muss another day of school, we will get detention and mum will go mental"

"Let's go..." I nod, he puts his arm around me and we start walking "Louis?" I say as we walk "Hmm?" He looks down at me

"Are we friends?"

 "I'd like to think of us as friends, why?"

"I have just never had a real friend before...." I look down as we walk back into the class room and all eyes are on us

"Mr. Tomlinson, where have you two been" The teacher asks

"We had to visit some family.... It is her birthday after all, and after some things were said to her by fellow classmates, I think it is understandable that she was able to visit this peson" he answers confidently Luckily this teacher knew my story and looked at me sympathy

"Very well, just take your seats"

"S-sir?" I say finally finding my voice, tears still brimming in my eyes

Yes hun?"

"Can I- Can I sit next to Louis from now on?" The class gasps

"Of course sweetheart and happy birthday..." he hugs me and whispers "I know she would be proud" I nod and Louis grabs my hand taking me to my seat, next to him

"You okay?" He whispers leaning close to me

"Honestly? N-no...." I look down

"I'm here for you, okay?" He lifts my head and looks into my eyes I just nod and the man I once knew's words rung through my brain 'You will never have any friends, you are a pathetic, worthless slut that is only good as a punching bag' I am positive he is right.... Who would want to be my friend? Friend..... I haven't said that since Teddy died....

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