Prim's POV
I've been sitting on the bathroom floor for at least thirty minutes. Lou knocks on the door. "Prim. You can't stay in there forever. Mum is going to be home soon."
Yeah, he's right. I know I should get up but I don't move. There's only one thing on my mind.
I go into the shower and pick up a razor. I throw it down and step on it with my shoe. There's two blades that pop out and I pick up the sharpest one. And I cut. And I cry. I'm bleeding a lot and it hurts very bad. I lay down on the floor and sob.
I don't understand how Harry could do this to me. He told me he loved me and I believed it. Then he fucking cheats on me. It just doesn't make any sense to me.
I take a deep breath. I clean up all the blood and pull my sleeves over the fresh cuts. I go into my room and crawl into bed. I don't cry anymore. I'm really not okay. I love Harry.
And he hurt me.
I just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. My wrist aches but I don't bother to even look at it. It burns so bad.
I hate Harry so much.
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Torn (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"and if my suicide fails, I'll see you tomorrow." trigger warning. please don't read if you are sensitive to self harm/suicide. please stay positive.
