Love in Style

Ally is not your average eighteen year old girl. She loves watching chick flicks, hanging out with friends, but her past is haunting. But when she meets Harry Styles, her life completely changes. They instantly fall in love. But when someone gets in the way of their love, what will happen? What will happen when Harry finds out all her dirty little secrets? And what will happen when Ally is ill? Will the saying 'till death do us part' actually come true? *COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY BOOK*


11. *Flashback #3 Part 2*

*FIRST DAY OF 5TH GRADE* Emily and I were walking to school together. She was in the 8th grade. She's in the other building beside my school. She looked over at me, "Did you remember to pack your lunch?" I nodded my head. She looked away but then quickly glanced at me again, "Did you brush your teeth?" I nodded my head again. She stared at me for awhile, "Did you, um, take your pills?" I nodded my head. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to get this day over with. She took my arm and stopped, "Are you okay? Why aren't you talking?" I looked at her, a tear rolled down my cheek, "I'm scared. Scared that people would recognize me and know that I'm different. What if the think I'm crazy?" She wrapped her arms around me, "I promise, they won't think your crazy." I nodded my head and wiped away the tears. We continued to walk in silence. When we finally got there, she hugged me, "Have a good day. Mum would be so proud of you." She walked off toward her building, but turned around and waved goodbye. I waved back and watched her walk away, when I couldn't see her anymore, I took a deep breath and started to walk inside. I walked passed Mrs. Barber's class while walking down the hall, it brought back so many horrible memories. I closed my eyes shut tight, trying to fight the tears. I opened them to see Mrs. Barber walking toward me. I thought of running away, but I had to face the past, even if it is hard not to cry. She walked up to me, with a smile on her face, "How are you Ally?" I looked away, thinking about how I can easily run, "Good." She smiled more, "Good. Well it's nice to see you coping with your disorder." Her words were harsh, cutting my heart with their sharpness. She walked away after saying that. I was shell-shocked. I could feel my eyes watering up, but I quickly blinked them away. I walked to my classroom, Mrs. Summers class. I walked in to see all of the kids from 1st grade, staring at me with shocked eyes. I quickly walked to the back, and found a seat. They all watched me sit down, then stared at me, but when they noticed that I saw them looking, they quickly turned away, except for one girl, Cierra. She had many emotions on her face, sadness, shock, happiness, and confusion. I looked at her and gave her a slight smile. But she returned it by turning away from me. Well, guess Emily was wrong, they think I'm different. I sat by myself the whole day. At lunch, I sat with Cierra and her friends, but when I sat down, they quickly grabbed their lunches and ran to a different table. I felt unwanted. I started crying, right in the middle of the cafeteria. I took my lunch and ran to the bathroom. I sat in one of the stalls and ate in there, still sobbing. The whole day went like that. Some people asked if I was still crazy, or if I was going to have another breakdown. Some asked about my parents, which really hurt, like if my dad abused me, or if they were really dead or did I make it all up. The thing that hurt the most, was the names they called me. They called me "Orphan Annie", "Pill Popper", or even cuss words. They were so mean to me. After school, I ran home, crying, not even waiting for Emily. While I was running, a boy and his friends yelled at me, "Run orphan run!" They laughed at me then throw rocks at me, some hitting me hard on the head. I started bleeding, but I didn't care, I enjoyed the pain. I don't know why but it was soothing, feeling the blood dripping down my skin. When I got home, Aunt Sara was at work. I went in her bathroom and grabbed her razor. I saw the people at the mental hospital do this sometimes. I took the razor and pressed it on my wrist, hard. I then dragged it down, scraping the skin. I screamed from the pain, but it felt good. I did it again, making me bleed more. The blood dripped down on the counter. I enjoyed the pain, it soothed me. I ran the hot water from the sink, making it super hot. I put my cuts under the water, burning my skin. I then wrapped my arm with bandages, hiding the cuts from Emily and Aunt Sara. I cleaned up the blood off the counter, then cleaned the razor, my new tool. I cut myself for the rest of my life, and I still do it. I've purposely overdosed on my pills, trying to die, but never succeeded. But I've been sent to the hospital ten times because of overdosing. I've tried killing myself so many times, just to get out of this cruel world. I would do anything for everything to just disappear. Until I met my best friend. She helped me through everything, making sure I don't hurt myself. Her name? Eleanor Calder. But I haven't met here yet. But soon I will, she'll save my life.*
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