~Zayn's P.O.V~
Today was shit. I began feeling like going to Louis, Harry, and Avery's flat was a bad idea. But then I felt guilty for thinking that, we are supposed to support each other. I saw Avy pull a knife out of the cabinet, and I saw Harry watching her while he cried. She then ran out of the room. No one seemed to care, Harry just turned his head into Liam's shoulder. Niall shrugged his while helping Louis back into his bed. Louis had a confused expression on his face, but that was probably due to being knocked out. The lights in the room were off so that just made everything more creepy. Sudden realization popped into my brain after 5 minutes or so. I knew what Avery had planned to do with that knife. I got up and raced to bathroom, I didn't care that I was running into a girl's bathroom. I heard choking noises coming from the last stall. I ran to it but it was locked. "Avery, it's Zayn you need to let me in! Now" I didn't care that I was shouting at her, I needed to get in there. I heard the knife fall. I fell to my knees to look underneath the door of the bathroom stall. I could've crawled underneath but I didn't fit, it was too low to the ground. I saw the bloody knife and then I saw blood on the floor. "Damn! Avery open the door! I'm serious, open it now!" I yelled. Then I saw her trembling hand reach towards the knife and pick it up, I had to think of another way to get in there. I ran to another stall and climbed on top of the toilet, then I hopped over the stall wall into the one Avery was occupying. She put the knife to her forearm and sliced with a shaking hand. She was crying and her clothes were blood stained. She made a painful noise and tried to cover up what she was doing. I walked towards her and scooped her up in my arms. I sat on the floor with her into my lap while she cried into my chest. I was beginning to be covered in her blood. Then she tried to stop crying and spoke to me with a shakey voice. "Zayn, just leave. I plan to die slowly and painfully. None of you deserve this. It's my fault Harry is feeling all the pain that he is feeling, its my fault Louis keeps getting hurt. Niall wont even look at me, and when he does its with pure hate. Liam tried to help me but after that kiss I had with Louis he thinks I'm a cheating lying slut who wants to blame it all on Harry. And you, you're just hear to confirm that none of you like me anymore. And Harry. And Louis. I hate myself for it but I love them both. When Louis kissed me it felt right but no one knows me like Harry does, and I don't want to loose him. I love him, and he hates me, I bet he hits Louis because he wants to hit me. Yes! Thats it, thats how I could make it better." She jumped out of my arms, wiped away some of the blood with her shirt, then opened the bathroom stall door. She ran out and towards the room where the boys were at. I ran after her. But arrived in the room too late to stop her from doing what she had planned.
