Does this get better?

17 year old Meghan has lost almost everything. Her parents are probably soon to divorce, and she has no friends. Her 18th birthday is coming up, and she is leaving all of her shit behind. She is going to start fresh in England.
Everything will change when she meets a new boy named Liam Payne. She despises him at first, but maybe they will become more than friends.



February 28th 2011, Monday morning.

I roll out of my bed and waddle into the bathroom. "OH MY GOSH!" I gasp at the sight of my hair. Frizzy as hell, I brush it down, and heat up my curling iron. Light waves were added to my hair. I walked down stairs to go eat some breakfast. 

"Can you go wake up your brother Meghan?" My mom said as she walked into the kitchen. "Okay, hold on, let me pour my cereal, and put on my shoes." I replied. 5 minutes went by, and my mom was getting antsy. "Ugh, I will do it. It's okay meg." She walked up stairs. I walked over to the pantry and went to grab some cereal. Right as I grabbed the cereal, I heard my brother's door open. 

"AHHHHHHH!" Was all I heard constantly, for 1 minute. I ran up stairs to my brothers room. My mom was crying. I walked closer to his room, and my mom pushed me away. 

"What's wrong?! What's going on?!" I started screaming. My mom ran into her room and woke up my dad who was sleeping. She dialed 911 and was still crying. My dad ran into my brother's room, and I heard him screaming, "MATTHEW?! MATTHEW WAKE UP!!!" I knew right away that my brother was hurt. My mom was screaming at the 911 operator.

"MOM! Tell them our address! Tell them! Mommy!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears pouring down my face. She took my hand and ran me over to our neighbors house. Our neighbor opened the door, and my mom told her what was going on. She told me go inside, and I did. I slid my back down the wall and just wept into my knees. My friends who lived here were asking me all of these questions, and I had no energy to answer. My neighbor came back, and hugged me tight. I heard her praying in spanish, but didn't know what she was saying. I was still crying, but she had to take her kids to school.

I got in the car with them, and saw 5 police cars at my house, and 1 ambulance. They took out a stretcher, and walked inside. 

"What's going on at your house Meghan?" My neighbor's son asked. He was only 4 so he didn't really know. 


5 hours later:

"Meghan, come here." My mom and dad called after me. They were still completely bawling their eyes out. "Your brother, our son, he, he is with God now. He is watching over you" I had no words. I had no where to go. I just sat there. Shocked. 

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