Once again it was a windy day at the old and creeky house.good memories and some bad memories flooded the rooms.Your dad..your used to be sweet, caring and loving dad..was gone.lost into the loss of your mother.she was a angel in the ground.
Today you woke up with the same numbness nagging at you.you didn’t even want to get up.you were both emotionally and physically tired,as always.you didn’t want to be here.you throw your now skinny twig like legs to your side to stand.your face was expressionless as you made your way to your bathroom.you had punched your mirror last night,leving little shards of glass over your bathroom floor.you didn’t care you step over them and into the shower.
you get undressed in the shower and throw the clothes over the shards of glass.you turn the knob slowly letting the cold water hit you slowly.you turn it hotter and look blankly at the wall for quit some timeyou step out.and as you get out you give the little pieces of glass that still show your reflection a glare and walk to the bedroom getting dressed.
(y/n) you’re worthless
(y/n) your ugly
(y/n) why are you even here?
The questions ring in your head for what seems like hours…but it had only been a few minutes.you had walked to school.you keep your head down as you walk.you keep your eyes low trying to avoid any ones gaze.your lips don’t move but your mind races.you remember the song that plays in your head every once in a while
Dry lightning cracks across the skies,
those storm clouds gather in her eyes,
daddy was a mean ole mister
mama was a angel in the ground
she feels tears approaching her eyes quickly but she rubs them away.each step she counts the moments until the demons in this hell make her life terrible.shes calculated how many minutes until the demons approach her.
“ha…look who it is!” the boy smirks
“look how fat shes gotten!”another laughs
“her hair is so ratchet” a girl whispers to her friend.
you roll your eyes,blocking them out.
theres a boy by your locker…tall…blond.
don’t even try (y/n)
your to ugly
to useless
you pull down your sleeve a bit covering your battle scars.or what you call them.he gives you a small smile and unlocks his locker.
“hi…im niall”he smiles
don’t say it.dont he doesn’t care
“hi…im (y/n)”you smile back
“im new here..do you know where math is?”he ask nicely
‘im heading there now..”you smile
“oh alright..ill walk with you”he says looking down at you,being taller
“not a good idea”you mumble
“why not?”he asks curiously
“because..im the schools piece of shit”you don’t look him in the eye
“don’t say that”he replies not knowing what to say
The boy can sense her insecurity,hell anyone could from miles away.
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One Direction Sad Preferences
Fanfiction*A LOT OF THESE AREN'T MINE!* I will try to write the author if I can :) If you have any short sad stories you want me to add please inbox me:) Thanks!
