Look after you (A One Direction FanFiction)

This story contains:
Attempted murder
Drugs (legal)
Shows of affection (Kissing, hugging, hand holding.)


13. Chapter 12:


 *Chapter 12



I place the box on my bed and edge my door open slightly. I could hear the yelling before, but now its overpowering. I lock my door and walk into the bathroom with the box. I lock that door as well. 


I take in a deep breath and look down at the contents. 

"It's been a while."I whisper to myself. 

I pull one shining razor from the box and place it on my wrist. I think twice before I slice the top of the skin off, but I don't think against it. It sinks slightly deeper than usual into my wrist. I sigh. It hurts, but it helps me to fight these demons away. 

I lower than already blood stained blade back down to my wrist and create another cut. Soon enough the skin on my wrist is unrecognisable. There is torn flesh sticking up all over and all the skin is stained red. 

'15 cuts." I whisper, weeping slightly.

Suddenly, I start to feel weak and sticky. I slowly start to slip down the wall and onto the ground. I can hear the knocking at my bedroom door. I ignore it and continue to cry. I hear the voice of Noelle frantically shouting my name. I can hear thumping up the stairs and then the door bursts open. I hear her scream as she realises I'm not there. I can hear somebody else there, telling her to be quiet. I let a choked sound out of my mouth. Soon after that I can hear somebody yanking on the door handle. 

"Cali!" Screams Noelle, again. 

I hear jingling. The door flies open and she looks into the room confused. Her eyes widen, and than they slowly follow the blood path down the wall and she finally stares at me. She lets out an ear piercing shriek and drops to her knees to help me. 

"I'm okay." I mumble. 

She shakes her head fiercely from side to side. she grabs my forearm and pulls it towards her. She looks at my wrist. I didn't even realise that there was a figure at the door. I looked up and was surprised to see Louis with wide eyes. 


Noelle grabs some tissues and started patting the blood off my arm, soon she started crying and hitting my wrist and making it bleed again. 

Louis walked into the room and told Noelle to go and calm down. He grabbed the purple box on the bathroom bench and got out the bandage. He leans in and takes the razor from my hand and wipes it clean. He grabs a cloth from inside the box and dampens it. 

Not bothering to look up, he says, "Why did you do it?" He places the wet cloth over my wrist and puts pressure on it, than flicks his eyes up to me expectantly. 

"I-I can't say." I mutter.

"Cali, I need to know, I can help you."

I shake my head and say, "I need to tell Noelle first." 

He nods and starts to clean the dried blood off my wrist. After he's finished he grabs the bandage and wraps it around my wrist several times. He calls Noelle back in and she immediately pounces on me. I hug her and whisper, "I'm sorry." 

She pulls away and stares into my eyes, "For what?"


She shakes her and and takes a dry cloth out of her Jean pockets, she walks back into the bathroom and wets it and starts to scrub the blood off the walls and tiled floor. Louis helps her. 

"You don't need to do that." I practically yell at them. 

"Yes, we do." Noelle says shaking her head. Louis stops for a second and walk over to the box. He takes out all of the razors and knives and walks out of the room for a minute. I stare at him in disbelief.

"We can't let that happen again." He simply shrugs it off. He grabs the purple box and ties the bow on it again and hands it to me. I take it and continue to stare at him. He jumps when he notices. "What?" 

"You took all of my razors." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

Noelle walked in, "He did? Really? Good job Lou." she says. 

Louis looks towards me and points at her. I roll my eyes and smile. 

I sit on my bed. They both walk over and sit next to me. 

"Can I help you?" I ask. 

"What brought that on?" Noelle says. 

Louis cuts me off, "Don't rush her Noelle." 

"Louis we need to know." She pushes.

"Yes we do, but do you really think we'll get it out of her by pressuring her. Well I'm not sure if you remember but last time you did that she ran out screaming." He says with a triumphant smile, as if he knows that she won't be able to answer. 

"Well- Yes I know, but..." She trails off, unsure of her own words. 

"Exactly." Louis says. Noelle was quiet after that. 

"That's not the first time, is it?" Louis asks and I shake my head in reply. Noelle looks up suddenly, worry swimming in her eyes. 

"How many other times have you cut." 

I shrug, not because I don't want to tell, but because I've lost count. He nods a and looks at his feet for a minute. 

"Are you ready to tell us?" He asks.

"Not yet." I whisper. 



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