(Rachel's POV)
I was found by all the boys while in the middle of cutting.
"Rachel," Liam gasps, "wha- why?" He asks flabbergasted. I don't bother to say any words considering I have none that would help me get out of trouble in this situation. Despite the fact that they all are standing right in front of me I decide to finish the word.
"No! Stop! What are you doing?" Niall asks me completely oblivious as to what the word says considering the fact that blood is covering most of the word.
"Rachel give me the blade," Zayn orders me I hold out my worst blade and give it to Zayn. He goes downstairs with the blade and that's when Harry comes to me. I wince a small amount because in my opinion Harry is the scariest mainly his eye color they look just like my dads.
"Come 'ere give me your wrist," he tells me in a soft tone. I hold out my wrist and notice in his other hand a first aid kit lays. He opens up the kit and takes out the 'wound cleaner' and a bandage. He then cleans my new cuts and wraps the bandage around my wrist. "Rachel, tell me why would you do this to yourself?" he asks me. He thinks I will give in that easy well I won't. I don't answer. He doesn't get frustrated but he doesn't seem very happy either. "Promise me you won't cut again," he asks more demanding though.
"I promise," I say with crossed fingers. He looks at his phone for a second before putting it back in his pocket. "Its 9:50 did you girls eat food at the mall?" he asks me.
"Yes," I reply.
"You need to go to bed then, go on and get in your pajamas we'll come kiss you goodnight when you open your door," he tells me and I walk out of the room.
I get changed into my new pajamas but didn't open the door. I needed to write about today in my journal like I do every night.
Dear diary,
I went shopping today and I was right they even made me get a dress. I love the way it looks but I don't want to wear it, it shows almost all of my scars all but the ones on my stomach, thighs and anywhere in that area but everywhere else shows. And I had another flashback, I went upstairs and started cutting and guess who all just managed to burst through the door just at that moment. Yep, you got it my adopters. Now I have a big bandage on my wrist. Until next time
- Rachel 10/21/2012 (19 days until my birthday)
When I'm finished writing I hide my journal and open my door. The boys flood into my room and I get into my bed. I sink into the soft comfort of my bed ask the boys approach me. I move closer to the wall and farther from the boys as the circle me. They all get down on their knees causing me to be eye level with them. Then they all catch me off guard by starting to sing.
" Your hand fits in mine
Like its made just for me
Well bare this is mind
It was
Meant to be
Now I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You've never loved
Your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back
At the bottom of your spine
But I'll love then endlessly
YOU ARE READING
Adopted By One Direction
FanfictionRachel. The 13 year old orphan with a story to tell but she doesn't tell anyone the story. But when she gets adopted by one direction will she be forced to tell her story or will she continue keeping all the years of pain to herself?
