This Isnt How Its Suppose To Be...

"I thought we were bestfriends!" I yelled at her. "We used to be best friends, but we will never be the same again." she said. "ITS THE BOYS' FAULT! How could we let boys get between us?" I asked sadly. "At the time, love was more important." she said and walked away. I just lost my best friend. Now the only person I have left is Niall. I knew we shouldn't have gotten involved with One Direction and 5SOS.


14. Thirteen

Peyton's POV

Our lips touched as he cupped my cheeks. But it didn't last long because we got interrupted. Of course the rest of the boys and girls walk in my hospital room. All of their jaws dropped as Niall and I jumped away from each other.

"What are you guys doing in here?" I asked.

"We wanted to see how you were doing, but I see you are doing just fine." Addie smiled. I giggled.

"You guys could have knocked." I said. Did that come out of my mouth? Addie looked shocked. Niall put his hand over my mouth. Really? I took his hand off of my mouth.

"I can talk if I want to talk." I said looking at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!" I suddenly yelled making everyone jump. A doctor came running into the room.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"I want to leave. When can I leave?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh yeah, you can leave whenever you want."

"YEY!" I yelled. I told everyone to leave so I could get dressed.

Chloe's POV

"What's wrong with her?" I asked Niall as soon as we got into the hallway. He sighed.

"They gave her truth medicine. She says anything that comes to mind." He said. I nodded. This should be real fun! Note the sarcasm. Peyton came skipping out of the room and past us.

"Peyton!" We yelled. She turned her head and saw us. But she didn't walk towards us, she just stood there.

"Are you guys coming or not?" She asked very annoyed. I rolled my eyes and we started walking towards her. This is going to take some getting use to. She jumped on Harry's back and we walked out to the van.

"Do you want to go home or do something?" I asked her. She thought about it for a minute.

"I want ice cream." She said. Niall silently cheered as the rest of us agreed. I giggled a little bit. We headed to the closest ice cream parlor. Of course when we got there, Peyton wanted to order first.

"Hi. I would like a bowl with three scoops of cookies and cream, two scoops of black raspberry, and three more scoops of birthday cake. I also want rainbow sprinkles and a cherry." Peyton said. We all looked at her with wide eyes.

"Stop staring and order already." She is really starting to get on my nerves. When we all got our ice cream and found a big enough table for all of us, Peyton basically shoved her face in the ice cream.

"Woah, slow down Peyton." Michael said.

"How about you shut the fuck up." She replied, glaring at him before going back to eating. Well then.

"Peyton, you can't just talk to people like that." Niall said to her.

"What are you, my father?" She asked snottily.

"Just shut up!" I yelled at her making everyone stare at us, stopping their conversation. She looked at me but she got tears in her eyes and looked away.

"Can I talk to you outside?" I asked. She nodded and stood up. We walked outside as everyone watched.

"What's your problem?" I asked calmly.

"I've got a lot of them." She said almost instantly, like she was expecting this question.

"You can talk to me. So what are your problems?" I asked again. She sighed. I was waiting for a mean response.

"Niall, you, the shooting, it's just everything." She said.

"How am I a problem?" Niall asked walking around the corner. She glared at him.

"Were you listening to the whole conversation?" Peyton asked. His eyes widened.

"No." He lied. He isn't a good liar. Peyton rolled her eyes and began walking away.

"Where are you going?" I called after her.

"Home!" She yelled. I sighed and let her walk.

Peyton's POV

I walked home. I can't deal with everything that's happening. Niall is so confusing. I mean sometimes he wants to be around me and other times he doesn't. There is also times where he acts like he like likes me, but other times he acts like my father. Chloe is just a hypocrite. She doesn't want me dating someone from 'her band', but she is allowed to date someone from 'my band'? It makes no sense. On top of all of that....I GET SHOT! My life is just screwed up.

I ran all the way to my room, being careful because of my wound. I reached under my bed for something I haven't had to use in a while. I pulled it out. I pulled it out of the box and ran into the bathroom.

'Do it before they get home', my subconscious says to me. I put the blade to my wrist and made a little slit. It started to bleed as I felt pleasure run through my body. I then heard a car door open. And then many more. I quickly put my wrist under the sink and put water on it. I taped a cloth over it and quickly threw on a sweatshirt. I jumped onto my bed just as someone walked in my room.

"We still need to talk." I sighed and screamed into my pillow. I hate my life. All of this started happening when those boys showed up. It's the boys' fault.

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