Him and I

Writing a song and hate hate hate

( ok pretend that the song Really don't care

Isn't a real song! Ok? I'm gunnna change it up a bit)

Hayes POV

Abby has been in her room a lot now.

I think something is up.

I walked in and she was writing something.

She looked at me and closed her book fast.

Weird

"Wacha doing are you okay? You have been in here a lot"

"I'm fine"

"You sure?"

"Ya"

"No you aren't tell mee" I whined

"Hate. It's everywhere I just can't take it anymore!"

"......" I was silent I walked out I didn't know how to deal with this

Abby's POV

I was writing a song. Because of all the hate.

It's called 'really don't care'

( you should listen to it:) I don't feel like writing it! It's so pose to be about a boy by Demi but I gunna make it into a dog because of hate )

I haven't been out a lot. I was about to go on twitter but I just didn't wanna deal with the hate. I decided to do it though.

I went on and there was LOTS of hate.

WAY more than yesterday. I was calls things like

'Ugly'

'Stupid'

'whore'

'Slut'

'Fat'

'Bitch'

'Not good enough'

People said thing like

'Why does he even like you you ugly bitch!'

'Ew go look at yourself in the mirror! Wait don't! The mirror will break'

'Go die'

'Piece of shit'

'Fat fuck!'

I had just started to get the hate when me and hayes started to kiss in public.

That's it I was crying.

I don't know why but I have a razor in the bathroom. Oh wait I know why I used to get bullied.

I walked to the bathroom and locked the door I found the razor and made 4 cuts on my left wrist. I sat there crying letting the blood drip.

I knew what is was doing is wrong.

Just when I thought that it couldn't get any worse it did I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

Oh no!

The cuts were still dripping I unlocked the door and put me wrist behind the door. It was nash. He was like my older brother that I never had.

"What happened?!" nash asked my face was red and my eyes were puffy.

Uh oh!