Prim's P.O.V
I pull my skinny jeans over my chubby thighs. Then slide a shirt over my fat stomach.
"Ready?" Mum knocks on the bathroom door.
"Yeah.." I grab my bag. I leave the bathroom and wonder into the hallway.
It's been about four days since I woke, they're letting me go home now. It feels so good to finally get out of the hospital. I'll be back soon for therapy.
They want me back in the studio in two days. They that it will be good for me to start working again. I probably won't get out of bed for the next two days.
It seemed like a really long car ride from the hospital to our house. When we got there, I went straight to my room. It was just like I left it. There was a bit of blood on the floor. A bloody blade lays on my beside table. I cover my mouth with my hand.
Wow. I'm so stupid. Mom comes in to clean it for me. I see her choking back tears while she does. I can't believe I did this to her. I am so stupid.
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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.
