One Day To Many. *A Punk Zayn Malik Fanfiction*

He put the cold, small blade to my wrist, the dim light reflecting off the surface of the object he said he'd try to stay away from. "But the voices", he said, "they're back, they tell me to keep going, to never stop, the girls don't even like you, you're not wanted, nobody likes you, and I listened." The words escape from his lips as he presses the blade harder into my skin, dragging it along my wrist, the numbness I'm so used to by now coming back to me. "This is the pain I live for, the only reason I'm still here, the thing that keeps me alive, the thing that's slowly killing me, but I'm using it on you." |

He said it would only last for a week. We'd be done after the week, never seeing each other again, never. He said that I would be his self-harm dummy, his sex slave, just for a week. But, damn, was I wrong.

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