She's Not Afraid

I'm not afraid of all the attention
I'm not afraid of running wild
How come I'm so afraid of falling in love?




2. The Letter

My father slammed the door, "EMILY!" I gulped, and ran downstairs, "Yes, father?" He looked at me, in discust, "Get over here!" I nodded, and ran over to him, "Yes, sir?" He slapped me across the face, "Where is my phone?" I closed my eyes. I have realized not to grab my face when he hits me. He will only hurt me even more. I looked around, "I will find it, sir." He punched me in my stomach, "Go! Now!" I nodded, "Yes, sir." I walked around the house. Finally, on the kitchen counter, I found his blue iPhone. I walked over to him, "Here you go, sir." He snatched it from my hand, "Go somewhere!" I nodded, and ran upstairs. I shut my door, quietly, and walked to the bathroom. I gently pressed the soft washcloth against the side of my cheek. The blood was coming off, but it still hurt. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I faked a smile. I walked into my room, and grabbed out a piece of paper and a pen.

Dear One Direction,

I just want to say, thank you. Thank you for making my life easier than it was before. Oh, excuse me. Where are my manners? My name is Emily. I live in London, and I am 16 years old. There is a picture of me included in this letter. :) I don't think I'm beautiful... in fact, I don't like that word. My mum died when I was very young, and my father is abusive to me. The only reason why I'm alive is because of you all. I love you Niall. Your laugh is so cute.<3 Louis, you are funny whatever you do. Liam, you are the one I look up to. Harry, you're always so cheeky and I just love it! Zayn, you are vain, and mysterious. I like that. I know you probably won't read this, but I just wanted to send you this letter, and to tell you about my life. Thank you for all that you do,

Emily Johnson.<3 :) x

After I wrote the note, I felt better. I looked at the soft piece of cloth in my hand. The blood was covered in it, but I felt okay. I normally pass out after I've lost so much blood, but this time, it felt different. I felt, happy. I folded up the letter, and put it in my jacket pocket, so father wouldn't see it. It was almost 9:00. I'm tired. I pulled back the covers of my duvet, and snuggled up to my blankets and sheets. I put in my earbuds, and turned on One Direction. Soon, I fell asleep.


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-

I woke up at 7:30. My father was already at work, so that's good. I ran to get dressed, and was wearing a see through blue top, with a green undershirt underneath it. I wore some blue skinny jeans, and some blue hightops. I put on some eyeliner, and some mascara. When I arrived at school, my teacher explained we had some special guests. My guess was some guy who did drugs and was put in jail and then changed his life around somehow. Anyways, I was not in the mood for this suprise.

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