~2 Months later~
Well. Niall is now 21 and hate. That's all I'm getting is fucking hate. Just because I'm younger then him, it hurts. I haven't told Niall about it and I know I should but I for want him to worry, but I did tell the girls, they are always there for me when I need them the most. I was on twitter scrolling through everything when I came across something. 'You slut, how could you date Niall! He's mine, I'm closer to his age then you, fucking slur you are' one tweet said. I closed my eyes as I logged out of twitter and broke down, hitting my breaking point as I couldn't take it anymore. I was sitting on my bed as I balled my eyes out, thank god I was alone. I looked around my room for something I haven't used in a while. Something sharp. I stood up wiping the tears from my eyes as I walked to my dresser, grabbing my old razor. I sat against my bed as I pressed the cold metal to my wrist,slowly sliding it across as I felt the pain in my arm. Blood came out of the several cuts I made, when I made at least 10 across my wrist, I opened the door and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up the blood and bandaged up my wrist walking back to my room. I went my nightstand as I out on a bunch of bracelets hiding everything as I walked down stairs to where everyone was watching tv.
Violet was asleep on the couch as Roneth looked at me, she has known me for too long to know something wasn't right. She stood up and walked to me, grabbing my wrist and took my to another room closing the door. "What did you do?" She asked. I looked down as I shook my head lightly. "Toula, what did you do.." She said, I could tell by the tone in her voice she was worried, but yet disappointed in me. I took in a deep breath as I started to take off my bracelets and bandage. She looked at my wrist as he eyes widened, "Y-You promised me you wouldn't do it again.." She said. By the tone in her voice you can tell she was trying not to cry. "T-Toula why.." She asked taking my hands. "Hate" was all I said looking down. "The hate got to me, I couldn't take it anymore.." I said softly as I showed her my twitter feed. "People like this make me sick.." She said, putting my phone in her pocket. "I want you to really promise me you won't do this again.. Please.." She said as she looked worried. I nodded my head as she walked out.
I wasn't mad, no. I was hurt, she promised me she would never do this again. I almost lost her to this, and I don't want that to happen again. I walked out to the living room and got Niall, tapping him on the shoulder. "Come with me now" I said sternly as I walked back to Toula. I walked back into the room as I saw her sitting on the floor, looking down at the ground. Niall soon followed as he walked in the door, "What happen?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. "Do you want me to tell him?" I asked, my voice soft as I spoke. She nodded her head slightly, still looking down. "She's been getting a lot of hate for being younger then you, and she didn't handle it real well.." I said as I handed him her phone. He scrolled through all her twitter feed, finding some pretty nasty things that people could say. "What did she do?" He asked showing no emotion. Toula stood up and walked in front of him, she slowly showed her wrist as he looked emotionless. Like everything just got him all at once and he couldn't do anything to help his little princess.
I feel like I could have done something, maybe asked her if anything was happening or going on. I grabbed my phone and went ok twitter. '@NiallOfficial how could you all? Treat such a beautiful person like they are nothing. You all make me sick, people who send hate to Toula. How could you do that to someone that I love? My princess..' I sent the tweet and pulled Toula into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." I said over and over again. I kissed the top of her head as I pressed my back to the wall, sliding down still holding her tightly to me. "I love you.. Please don't forget that.." I said softly, letting some tears fall.
-I cried while writing this chapter.. -