*AYSHAS POV*
I can't do this anymore, all this is to much, all the hate, all the articles of Zayn with other women, everyone would be better if I was gone. I stand in the bathroom looking into the mirror, tears start to fall, hands shaking, I open the lid of the sleeping pills and pour all the pills into my hand. I take one last deep breath, goodbye cruel world. I put all the pills in my mouth. I slide down the wall and lean my head back, I feel my eyes dropping shut.
*ZAYNS POV*
'Hey babe, I'm home' I call out
No reply, that's out. I walk into the living room and see a note on the table.
'Zayn,
I love you with all my heart but I can't cope anymore, by the time you read this I'll be gone. I want you to know that I did try my hardest to stay.
Goodbye Zayn
Aysha xxx'
A tear of mine hits the piece of paper. This can't be happening. I sprint up the stairs and into the bathroom to see Ayshas lifeless body hunched over in the corner. I stand there for a minutes, my body frozen. I walk over to her and place my fingers on the side of her neck. I feel a pulse. She's still alive. I lift her limp body up and place it into the bath, I get in and sit behind her.
'I'm so sorry Aysha' I stick my fingers down her throat.
'Come on, just be sick' I stick my fingers down again. She gags.
'That's it, good girl'
Finally she spews. By this point I'm in tears and so is she. She leans her head back into my chest.
'I'm sorry' She whispers
