Your little things

The freak. The fat girl. The girl who cuts her wrists. The girl with acne. The girl that no one wants to be friends with. The girl who loves a 'gay' boyband. The girl that nobody likes. The girl that can't afford fancy clothes. That's me. Alayna Harper, 18 years old. 10 years ago, my parents died in a car accident. I was devastated. Can you imagine? Your whole family dying, when you're 8. I now live with my aunt. Who is terrible. All she does is smoke, drink and watch TV. I have to work at McDonald's, just to keep us alive. I get bullied in school, I mean, why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm the weird girl.

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10. It's not your fault

I tried to patch up the dress somehow, but it couldn't be saved. The beautiful dress was ruined. I was still quite shocked with what had happened. Was I going to be raped? Probably, if Louis hadn't showed up. I put on my PJ's again and walked downstairs. The unfamiliar people were gone. Louis had broken of the party when he had 'saved' me. Now there were only 9 people left. Me, Louis, Niall, Liam, Danielle, Zayn, Perrie, Harry and his girlfriend, Raven. I walked down the stairs with Harry's dress in my hand. Well, what was left of it. Louis walked with me. Niall, Liam and Danielle were in the kitchen. Zayn and Perrie were by the piano, playing some random tune. Harry and Raven were snuggled up on the couch. I walked directly towards them. "Harry I'm so sorry." I bursted out. He looked up from Raven and looked at me. "It's ok Al, it wasn't your fault." "But your dress is all ruined." He let go of Raven and stood up. He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Alayna, I promise you, it's alright, it's not your fault. I'll get you a new dress for christmas." I smiled. Harry sat down and wrapped his arms around Raven again. I never wanted to leave these people, I felt so accepted.

"Alayna!" I sighed loudly and walked down the stairs. Lyra was sitting up in the couch, looking tired as always, probably hung over. "You know what to do." She said and layed down again. I walked into the kitchen, then I got an idea. All the alcohol in the house were almost gone. I grabbed the last cans of beer and threw them in the garbage, under some leftovers. I went into the bathroom instead. I grabbed the jar with painkillers and took a pill out. I walked back into the kitchen and took a glass out of the cabinet, then filled it with water. I walked into the living room and put the glass and the painkiller down on the table. "What is this shit?" Lyra said. "It's what normal people have when they're hung over." I said and walked upstairs, not caring about Lyra's shouts.

The loud rattling was hearible all the way up to my room. At least she got of the couch. She just had to live life like a normal person from now on, I was so sick with her lifestyle. "ALAYNA GIVE ME MY MONEY!" She shouted from downstairs. "IT'S MY MONEY LOVE!" I screamed back, laughing a bit. "FUCK YOU ALAYNA! I CAN'T DO THIS!" She screamed. "WELL I KEEP YOU ALIVE, TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE INSTEAD!" I felt powerful. She was gonna change, even if she wanted to or not.

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