Read Between The Lines

Part 7

Read between the lines part 7

Britt's POV

Sitting up straighter I waited for the impact to come but nothing happened and I looked up again with curiosity in my eyes. One direction? Again?

'What are you doing here?' I attempted to spit with venom at them but unfortunately my voice just came out as a croak.

I inwardly sighed. Why am I so weak? Why can’t I express my anger at these people? I asked myself. For god’s sake these guys seem pretty determined to flaunt their amazing lives right in my face. They are obviously here to get revenge for when I slagged them off. As I braced myself for what I knew would be an upcoming slap. I began to feel familiar ebb of anger and emotional pain run through me as I suddenly saw memories of my shitty life begin to flash through my brain.

Thinking about it I began to realise that what these ‘amazing’ guys have when they think of their homes must be completely different to what I have when I think of mine. To be honest I wouldn't even call mine a home.

 I mean take an average person; they generally have a family that loves them and protects them. A friend that takes care of them and supports them. A person to turn to when things go wrong and most importantly somewhere safe they can go. That's an average life right? Something that's expected?

Well... I don't expect that. I don't expect anything, In fact when I walk through my front door I expect to be beaten, to be treated exactly the same way that I am at school. I sighed to myself as I realised that It’s not even funny how much I want that average life.

Most people would do anything to stand up and be noticed. To be here with one direction now, But not me. I would rather just sink back into that crowd that doesn't recognise me.

I want to just be a face that people stroll past and don't even take one look at! I wouldn't mind because I want more than anything in the world to be average. To have an average job for the rest of my life that allowed me to be happy and become just an average human being. I would give anything not to stand out. Why would people want this life? The life of constant attention, others looking, laughing and judging you? The pain I can handle because the pain mostly comes from myself.

Its’ the attention I hate.

No its the attention I despise.

Realisation dawning on me, I let out a gasp as I discovered that If I really wanted to get rid of these guys them I should at least try and be civil to them. Shuddering with horror at the idea of being civil to my worst nightmare I consoled myself at least I won't have to put up with them for much longer.

Letting out a deep breath I calmed myself down and forced myself to stare into the eyes of the 5 people watching me with curiosity crossing their faces. Sighing I mumbled 'In case you didn't notice, I'm bleeding and I could do with a little space right now'. I stared at the floor awkwardly as I saw every gaze boring into my arm like it was a fire or a freak show or something.

I suddenly snapped my gaze up to theirs and I tried to seal away my feelings of anger and frustration but I could tell as soon as the lads recoiled that my eyes were giving me away.

Suddenly I noticed that one of the boys Liam? I think…. was involuntary crying, letting thick tears fall down his cheeks and obscure his vision.

Without warning I began to feel again. I felt sad..? for this boy He just looked so utterly hopeless like he didn’t have a hold on reality. Like he just wanted to lie in a ball and forget about everything about his whole entire life. But that can’t be right because he’s in one direction he’s in the most popular boy band in the world. He has everything he wants why would he need to forget his entire life?