The pain in my chest was unbearable. Indescribable. I was so broken. How could anybody do this to a person? Bully them so bad, treat them like they were worthless, and even remind them that they were. So much that they'd actually want to end their lives? Pacing back and forth around my room, I was thinking of ways I could possibly end my live.

I stopped in front of mirror, with a look of disgust on my face. "Ew. What are you looking at?" I asked the person staring back at me in the mirror. "Nobody wants you around." Tears began streaming down my face. Even I had started to be hateful towards myself. I then heard a noise come from my laptop. Someone had sent me a message on facebook. Who could it be now? I read the name at the top of the chat box. Harry Styles.

What did he want? Why would someone like him wanna talk to me? Harry wasn't necessarily the popular boy at school. But he was the little brother of Steven Styles, the boy who every girl swooned over. Everyone wanted to be his friend and if you weren't, you sure as hell tried to be. But everyone knew who Harry was because of Steven. The two had a bond like no other siblings. They were great friends and when they had the chance, they were always together at school.

From Harry: Hey :)

What do I say? Why was he trying to talk to me?

Notes

Okay, so i'm kinda new at this. Sorry if its not that great.