Within a Picture

Finally! Meghan was out of the states and living on her own. That's when she met her favorite boy band since almost forever! She gets their autographs, take a picture, secretly wishing she was more to them than just another fan, but knowing that would never ever happen, she went on her way. In and out of the recording studio, on her way to becoming a professional musician and living her dream. But was that run in the end of her journey with the boys? Might another dream, apart from becoming a musician come true. This is the Story of Meghan McCarthy and the beginning of what seems like the end.

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1. Prologue and Introductions

     Before I start the prologue I'd like to introduce my self and say, Hi, I'm Meghan and welcome to "Within a Picture". Yes, the girl on the cover is me! (just in case you were wondering) I want to thank you all for starting to read my Movella and want to let you know that i love feed back and talking to you guys so please feel free to contact me with anything at... kik: mm_mccarthy e-mail: bigtrouble411@yahoo.com (yes ik, the e-mail is childish but its from when i was 10. what can i say?;) and follow me on twitter: @mm_mccarthy1498 


Also, an author i have come to know is Kierstinnnnn. She has written several fan fictions (which are fantastic!) but also another movella that is not a fan fic. but is still wonderful! It's called 'The War' Great movella, just like her others! Defiantly check her out! But here you are, the prologue!

Prologue

Depressed, confused, hopeless. "A perfect combination of feelings for the next hit!" Julianna would say. That's what i should be concerned about. But I'm not. Him. Him. Him. I couldn't get him out of my head! What that boy did to me had no possible explanation. I rolled over onto my side so i could stare at the picture frame i had boughten just three weeks ago. The edges now covered in permanent marker. The autographs of the boys of One Direction. Admiring the picture inside my treasured frame, that's when i noticed my eyes were leaking the salty water they called tears. I despised tears. They showed a sign of wekness. He would say other wise. That tears are not a sign of weakness, but a sign that you have just been strong for too long. I don't know about that any more. Especially when this is all my fault.

I stood up for the first time in nearly two days. My legs were limp, but i figured maybe food would be a good thing to get my mind off of him. I haven't eaten in two days, which is strange seeing as how i have one of the biggest appetites out there! Two doors down from my bedroom was the bathroom. The door already opened. I saw something shiny on the counter.

Curiosity over powered my hunger and dragged me into the bathroom. Thats when i realized it was his razor from the day he came to my Apartment early in the morning to get ready before an interview because he wanted to see me before hand. I popped one of the blades out inspecting it for a minute or so. I sank down against the wall, blade in hand. i raised it to my wrist. That's when the thing i never in a million years thought would happen, happened.

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