I've Changed

It's Been Like This. It always was and will always be like this. A broken insecure girl that doesn't know how to love because after losing her dad from battling in Iraq, everybody that she loved started walking out of her life. Till she met Louis Tomlinson. He taught her how to love. He did. Could she believe love? Would she ever know how to love? Till that one day. But will she be a broken doll again after all it had been this way.


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12. *Suicidal*

Victorias P.O.V.

"Louis you just can't okay?!" I yelled. "Don't you trust me??" He asked on a harsh voice. "We just met and I'm really trying too. " I cried. "Whatever bitch. I'm just glad we fucked." He says. "What are we? And what happens next ?" I whispered. "Well duhh. We are nothing. So we don't know each other. And you better not tell anyone we fucked. Like seriously who would wanna fuck an uglyass bitch like you anyways? That was a fucking mistake. So don't think that I liked you." He spat in my face. "And get out. I don't wanna see your fatass ugly face. Bye bye." He once again spat in my face. Right then and there I think somebody just stabbed my heart and broke it into a billion pieces. It's that feeling like someone just punched you in the stomach but this, this is worse. I know that he can't be in love with me but I actually was kinda already in love with him. So this made me even more depressed. Suicidally. I can't. I can't. But temptation is what kills us all. I ran out out of the house and into my Porsche. I jetted out so fast the car nearly flipped. Where is it?! I ran into my house and into my bedrooms bathroom. Where the hell is this thing?! And it's right in front of my eye. Wow. I took the razor and slid it across my wrist 3 times. I wanted to die. So I made the three cuts as deep as I can. I rummaged through some drawers to see some pill bottle and popped like 10 of them into my mouth and everything turns into darkness.

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