Silence

Chapter 1

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Warning~ contains self harm

Niall's POV~

Monday morning ~

I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight coming through the windows. It was quiet for a change in my house until I heard the smashing of plates. That would be my brother.

My name is niall horan and I'm from mullingar in Ireland. I'm 18. I don't speak. after my mother died I decided that I wasn't worth being heard. my brother and father hated me and hit me whenever they weren't passed out drunk, everyone at school despised me I was just a toy, used for taking people's anger out of.

I dragged myself into the bathroom and took a shower, as I got out I turned to face myself in the mirror. The bruises where evident from last Fridays beating , you could still see the angry cut marks from my elbow to my hand from where my razor had drawn patterns. hate wasn't the word I detested my own being i couldn't stand my own reflection i didnt like anything about me. why was I alive? Why couldn't I have been in that car that day?

I whipped the tears from my eyes and shoved my clothes on before grabbing my bag and heading out the door. The walk to school was silent and boring. that's all I ever heard, silence.

As I walked into school and opened my locker I could hear somebody walking towards me, I closed my eyes begging for them to leave me be. my prayers weren't answered. I felt the first kick to my stomach as I realised who it was. my regular bully, josh. The punches and kicks where relentless and I could hear everyone In the corridors laughing at the poor Mute boy lying on the ground while josh took his anger out on 'it'

As the bell rang josh and his 'groupies ' headed off to class as I scraped myself off the laminated floor. I crawled to the toilets just next to my locker. As I reached the toilets I crawled into one of the cubical and locked the door. with all effort I dug into my bag and found my hidden razor . As I dug the razor into my skin I could feel the relief wash over me. I had control over something. Once I had finished I took out the spare bandages and put them over the cuts

. As the tears ran down my face I summarised what my life was like. know body loved me, everybody hated me. I woke up, my brother hit met I go to school josh and the rest of the boys hit me, I go home and my brother is there again throwing me some extra punches before going to bed. The only bit of control I had of my pain was the patterns I created on my wrists, thighs and stomach and nobody could stop me, because nobody cared.