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Pen Your Pride

Chapter 1

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Finally after months of talking I would finally meet this silly, kind-hearted, attractive Irish blonde that lived thousands of miles away from me.

We met online, how foolish as it may seem. Everyone felt the need to judge me as soon as I made that statement. But after maybe the hundredth time of me hearing it, I finally learned to ignore it. The fact that we have never met before doesn't make me love him any less. I clearly understand that I don't exactly 'know' him, but from what I do know, he makes me laugh and makes me happier than I have been in a while.

A few months back I got released from the hospital. I was a patient at WoodCreek hospital for 4 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days. I finally got to leave when my doctor thought I was stable. Stable from what you ask? Well let's see, last January I tried to overdose on pills. My mom found me on the bed in horrible condition from all the self harm and pills. She took me to the hospital and saved my life pretty much. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here right now.

You're probably thinking of a few questions right now... like why did she try to kill herself? How did she get the pills? Why isn't she in an institution? Listen here, I'm not crazy guys. I was just put in a situation that made me crazy. His name was Jackson Baylor, you might have heard of him. He was the Jackson Baylor, the quarterback of WoodCreek North Lions, the valedictorian for the Class of 2013, the son of the coach for the Dallas Cowboys, the guy who had everything. Everything but me of course. I dumped his ass a long time ago. Quite a few times actually. He didn't understand me the first four times, and tried to knock some sense into me. And after every time he'd buy me a necklace, thinking everything is fine. Obviously it wasn't fine you arrogant son of a bitch.

Everyone would tell me I'm the luckiest girl ever! like oh my god I'm dating one of the Baylors! Sometimes I felt the urge to respond and be like, "Yeah I feel so lucky to get the shit beaten out of me every night! Tell me how lucky I am!"

How was I supposed to tell anyone? I couldn't. No one would believe me. He had the whole school and town into thinking he was perfect. Not once did he visit me at the hospital though. And that's when everyone knew. Everyone knew he was the reason I tried to kill myself that night after graduation. People finally put the pieces together. All the bruises and broken bones weren't just from soccer. People finally understood everything.

But that's my past! It's not good to dwell on the past right? I've got Niall now and no one is gonna ruin my happiness.

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