Rosie's POV

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"Horrible person."

"That's what I am to you, huh! Just a piece shit!" I yelled back.

She shook her head and chuckled. "Well you are a horrible person! I only ask three things of you and you're to selfish to do it!"

"Mother! I'm working as much as. I can! Would you rather have me drop out of school?! I'm seventeen years old! This is too much!"

"Bullshit! You are just to lazy to try and please your family for once! God, Rosie why did I even have you...a disappointment!" Mother scoffed and turned her back to the counter to prepare dinner.

I blinked back tears, and ran upstairs, my sobs becoming louder with every step. I stomped my feet to the bathroom, and slammed the door making hair products in the counter fall to the ground.

I left them there, and sunk to the floor, leaning against the locked door. My hand covered my mouth, and tears fell and fell. I struggled to catch my breath, and pulled my knees to my chest. She can't be serious...yet she always is. I'm too young for that...for what I'm doing now..

After minutes and minutes of sobbing, I shakily stood up and walked over to the counter. Everything was blurry from my watering eyes. Now I knew how shit feels like...nothing. Worthless...Horrible...Terrible.

I leaned against the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. My face was pink and puffy, and my eyes were blander then usual. My hair hung to my shoulders, and looked lifeless. Mother was literally sucking the life out of me.

"I'm not worthless" I whispered to myself, looking straight into my reflection's eyes.

"I'm not shit"

"I'm not horrible"

"I'm not terrible"

This only made more tears want to fall. "Yes you are" I argued to myself. Tears glided off my checks and into the cold, hard counter.

"You're a piece of scum"

"You're a horrible person"

"You're worthless and shitty"

My conflicted emotions clouded my judgement as. I looked at the small scissor sticking out of my mother's makeup bag.

I should die....it would only ease the pain. No one would miss me...I have no one to appreciate me.

No, you shouldn't die...some people love you. You have so much to offer...don't throw it away.

I shook my head, and contemplated my emotions as. I pressed the cold metal to my wrist, but stopped. You're a special human being..you're not perfect nor horrible...

I don't know what to do.

Am I really a horrible person? A piece of shit? A worthless individual?

My heart and head ached from all these emotions passing through me. "I don't know what to do with my life" I sobbed to myself in the mirror. "I don't know..."

"Do it.." I pushed to myself as I held to sharp edge up to my wrist once again. "No one would care...do it"

"You're better then this...don't"

"Do it"

"Don't"

"I don't know" I cried out as fell to the floor, the scissor next to me. I looked at it, hoping for maybe something happier....a release.

I held it against my skin, and jumped back and forth on which to do. "Rosie?" A small voice knocked me out of my thoughts. "Rosie, help" Lily pleaded.

I shot up, and wiped my crying eyes, throwing the scissor away. I scrambled to the floor and unlocked the door, there stood Lily with tear stained cheeks. "What's the matter, Lily pad?" I asked scooping her up.

She weakly pointed down the stairs, form which you could hear mother and dad's yelling and fighting. I sighed and looked back at her.

"Want some ice cream?" I asked her, pretending to be happy. She perked up, and looked at me with happiness and excitement.

"Really! Mother never let's us eat ice cream!" She exclaimed clapping her hands. I chuckled and nodded, as she spun around. "But hurry up and get your things"

She sped off to her room for shoes and a coat, as I went to the bathroom to fix my horror of a face. The scissor lay wide open in front of me. I looked both ways, and picked it up. Lilly's footsteps echoed throughout upstairs, making me smile. She was the reason I stay here. For her. For Lily.

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"I think she's waking up!"

"She better be...this has been way to fucking long"

"Guys, she will when she will"

"Shut up, I thinks she moved"

"No she didn't. You're lying!"

"You guys are such idiots!" I chuckled, keeping my eyes closed. Someone gasped, followed by a bang.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so early" Liam said.

I opened my eyes, to meet a bright light inches from my face. I tried to move a centimeter, and regretted it. Everything hurt more then you could imagine. "Have to sometime, right?" I smiled, and turned my head the metal table full of...stuff..things...just necessities for patching someone up.

I looked down to see myself in a black bra, and baggy jeans. Everyone gathered around the edge of the table I was on, smiling. Panic arose as an old dream flooded back to me. (A/N: check chapter two :)

I tired to move, but it was no use, due to my injuries. The feeling of being scared shitless crawled back into my stomach, as they stared at me....and I couldn't do anything about it.

"How are you feeling?" Louis asked. I peered over at him. His blue eyes were duller, and his hair hung just above his brows. His skin was paler, and he was growing stubble on his chin. His eyes were puffy, and had bigs encircling them. By just looking at him, I could feel his pain.

"Like shit...but what's new" I replied, earning a few chuckles.

"You really need to eat something...it's been to long.." Niall said, and offered a small smile.

I looked over at him. Everyone seemed to shift uncomfortably, except for Harry who stood there like a zombie. "How long was I out for?"

Notes

Hey guys!!


Sooo...a little on her past. This was more of a filler type-thingy...sorry. I'm packing for a vacation so I promise I'll update bigger and better probably tomorrow ☺️

Anyways...let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

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