Can't Live Without You

PG ( A One Direction FanFic ) Margaret Payne (Liam Payne's Sister) has woken up not knowing anything. See how hard Life can come back and slap you in the face, literally.

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4. Chapter 4: We Are Never Getting Back Together

Margaret's POV

"We

Are

Never

Ever

Ever

Getting back together.

We

Are never ever ever

Getting back together.

Because you go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.

But we are never ever ever

Getting back together.

Like, Ever."

I listen to the words come out of my speakers. I'm not a swiftie (****in the story****) but this song totally describes my life right now. He even said the words yesterday at lunch.

******yesterday******

I was eating my delicious bacon until SOMEONE has to interrupt me. "You know what. I've thought about what you said last night. And. We. Are. Never. Getting. Back. Together." Niall spit at me viciously. I nearly vomited my precious bacon. I run up to my room and lock the door. Isolation, baby.

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I'm still not coming out. I will never. He hurt me. That jerk!!! If he doesn't want me in his life, then I bet nobody does. (Conscience) Of course he doesn't want you. Your just a backstabbing ugly scumbag. I know I am. But I can't get away from life. I hear knocking at the door. Liam is screaming for me to let him in, between tears. Louis keeps saying if he lets me in then he will save me like superman. Oh well. I know they don't want me. They stop after two hours. I didn't answer them once. But they don't care, or else they wouldn't of given up.

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It's two days later and I'm still in my tiny room. There is no window. Just that door. I locked it, and they don't have key holes on the outside. They haven't came back, but I have heard Liam yelling at Niall and Niall saying he's sorry... liar. I'm depressed. I'm going throrough depression. I have thought of... Suicide. That's the only way I can get out of my stupid life.

*ARGUMENT WITH CONSCIENCE*

I think that they want me to come out.

NO THEY DON'T, SWEATHEART. IF THEY DID THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN NICER TO YOU.

Yeah. But I might have them worried.

WORRY SMURRY. THEY DON'T EVER EVEN THINK ABOUT YOU. I'VE BEEN IN THEIR MINDS BEFORE. THEY ARE TRYING TO FOOL YOU. YOU ARE LIKE A SLAVE TO THEM.

I know. I wish I had a way out of this life.

YOU DO. IT WON'T HURT. TRUST ME. SEE THAT KNIFE OVER THERE?

Yeah. What?

USE IT. THAT WOULD BE THE EASIEST WAY. UNLESS YOU STILL WANT TO GO OUT THERE AND BE CALLED A LOSER, UGLY, STUPID.

Loser, ugly, stupid. That's what I am.

How do I do it? I pick up the knife and slowly rub it against my ribs. Well, practically my ribs. I was already skinny and haven't ate since 3 days ago. It felt good, so I pressed deeper. It didnt hurt. So I kept pushing the knife into my ribs. I finally saw blood. I was almost through with life.

THAT'S IT. KEEP GOING. YOU'RE ALMOST THERE.

I know. I look around one last time. Last. I like the sound of that word. Then I press really hard and pass out, or hopefully, die.

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'Ello, lovelies! I promise you, this isn't the end. What kind of writer would have three short chapters and then kill the main character? Please vote, comment, and follow. See you in the next chapter!

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