Held Back

Melissa, a 17 year old girl, has a sad story. Her life is not what it seems she wants it to be. With no friends, and a father who does not care about her. She feels, no one cares. This is her story.


7. Found It

  " Can I come in?" someone asked behind the door.  It sounded like Niall.  "Yeah sure."  I guessed right, and Niall come over to me.  "Me and the lads are hungry, is there anywhere you want to go to eat?"  "Oh uhm, no I'll eat anywhere."  "Boys we are going to Nandos!"He yelled down to them as he walked out of the room.  I reapplied my deodorant, and perfume.  I went down the stairs to see Zayn whispering to Harry.  Zayn sounded concerned.  I was kind of worried.  I hid halfway up the stairs so they wouldn't see me.  "Are you sure it was her?" I heard Harry say. "Yes, who else would do that?"  "Well, we will have to talk to her in a while about it."  I was nervous.  Were they going to kick me out?  Where would I go?  My heart was racing, but I walked down the rest of the stairs.  "Hey Zayn." I said.  " Hi love, I have a question.  Remember when I called you beautiful while you were cutting?"  I froze and blushed.  "Yeah, why?"  I was really scared about what he was going to say next.  "Did you believe me?"  His big eyes gazing at me.  I didn't give him an answer.  I just looked at the floor.  He didn't force an answer out of me.   Niall, Louis, and Liam walked in. "Ready to go?"  I nodded while still looking down.  I could tell that they all knew something was wrong.   But, instead of walking out the door, they all were staring at me.  Liam, Louis and Niall looked really confused.  Zayn told all of us to go out of the front steps.  " Come on lads, we all need to talk."  We all followed Zayn outside.  "While I was walking inside earlier, I found something."  I knew what it was now.  Was he going to be mad at me?  What were they going to say?  He stared at me and I could see tears forming in his eyes.  "But before I say anything, Melissa, do you know that you are beautiful, and that we really truthfully care about you like family?"  I could feel my cheeks turn bright red and tears roll down my face.  I nodded very slowly.  "I can see that you are insecure, and I really don't know why.  Other than your life in the past, but that's all the past.  We are here to help you move on.  Lads, I found a blade.  Right here near the stairs."  I was trying to cover the gauze from earlier my oversized black hoodie.   I dropped my head into my hands.  Louis patted a back.  Then, Zayn slowly walked over to me and took my left arm.  He lifted up my sleeve and showed them the scars from when he first found me cutting on the streets.  He put my sleeve down and lifted up the sleeve to my right arm.  He saw it.  The gauze that was covered in blood.  I was flushed and I cried.  He was careful not to touch it.  "Darling, you need to stop."  Zayn whispered. I stood up and ran back inside and up the stairs into 'my' room.  Nobody really understood what my life has really been.  A living HELL.  I know that they care, but I can't help but keep thinking about the past.  I could hear them all talking about it downstairs.  I knew what I had to do.  But not now.  Not yet.  

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