It all started with a.....poster?

Music is my escape, my escape from reality. Whenever I'm sad, angry, upset, or any other type of emotion I sing. In other words, I sing my lungs out. Luckily I live in the attic so my parents don't hear me, but what would happen if someone from an international boyband hears me? Will he just knock me down like everyone else, or sweep me off my feet?


1. It all started with a....

Alex's POV

Yo! Wazzup? I'm Alex and I'm 16 years old. I'm the kind of person that on the outside looks like a tough cookie, but on the inside every tiny comment that people make about me slowly kills me. I'm a cutter, but no-one, except for my best friend, Sammi. Sammi is also just like me, emotionless on the outside, but full of emotions on the inside. There's one thing that we share that makes our bond so special. It's that we have our own secret little "band." Or in other words we like writing terrible made up songs and playing the piano and guitar to them while singing. We both agreed that the songs were terrible, but can never seem to be able to get rid of them. I'm the kind of person that sings when I'm filled with emotions all the time. I'm a dedicated directioner and absolutely love Niall. I love how Niall has a sweet Irish accent and isn't a person that goes around having sex and breaking girls hearts. Unlike *Cough* Harry *cough.* I've never been the social type... At all, that's why Sammi and I are such good friends. My mom is also one of my best friends, but she's always working ever since my dad walked out on us. Now, that you know a little about me I have to get ready for school. Yay!! (Notice sarcasm) another day to get bullied! (Notice more sarcasm) As I got to school there was a GIANT crowd compared to usual. Hmmmm as I walked up to Sammi she was literally jumping off the walls.


"Hey Sammi! What's up?" I asked, like literally what's up?!


"Really Alex!? One Direction's performing at our school and all you say s what's up?! You cray cray gurlllllll!" She said in an extra sassy tone. Ok, let's back it up. When I said I was a directioner I meant that I liked their music, but Sammi... She's something different. I think of Niall, Louis, Zayn, Harry, and Liam as NORMAL boys, but whenever I say that around Sammi all she says is, "GIRLL! How can you call them 'normal' when they are the hottest and most famous people alive?!?!" she says she just dedicated, but in my world she's overly obsessed... Like WAY overly obsessed. As I walked down the hall to English, all the girls were trying to fix up their appearances, but I really don't care how I look...


"Yo ugly! You should probably get out of here before you scare One Direction off! While you're at it why don't you just leave the surface of earth! No body would care anyways!" Macy said, one of my bullies AKA one of the "popular" girls in the school. Even though she's been bullying me since 3rd grade the last comment really got to me.. It's true no body would actually care if I left the surface of earth. As the thought came to my mind tears were streaming down my face.


"AWWW now we have a cry baby too?" Macy said so everyone was staring at me.... I ran as fast as my legs could go through the classroom, out of the door, and to my house, but as I was running I ran into a wall.... Or at least I thought it was a wall.


"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" The person (not wall) said to me while1 helping me stand up.


"Yeah! Thanks! I gotta go byeee!" As I said that I looked up. Oh great, it's Louis Tomlinson. (Notice even more sarcasm)


"Hey! Have you been crying?"


"Don't you have a school to be performing at or something?"


"Seriously are you okay?"


"Yeah byeeee!" I yelled as I ran to my house. I was still sad from earlier so I decided to do the one thing that makes me happy.... Sing.


"I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad Where the West was all but won All alone, smoking his last cigarette I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything" Where were you when everything was falling apart? All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang And all I needed was a call that never came To the corner of 1st and Amistad Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me But in the end everyone ends up alone Losing her, the only one who's ever known Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna be No way to know how long she will be next to me Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me! The early morning, the city breaks And I've been calling for years and years and years and years And you never left me no messages You never sent me no letters You got some kind of nerve taking all I want! Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor, where were you? Where were you? Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me! Why'd you have to wait to find me, to find me?"


Even though singing helps me feel better, today I just felt worse.... So I decided to do the thing that helps me feel A LOT better. I practically ran to my bathroom (aka tripping and breaking everything in my way) when I got there I grabbed my razor. Yes, I know it's a bad habit, but once you start you can't stop. I know it's wrong, but as I was about to do it I saw my Louis Tomlinson poster. I wonder what would happened if I died? No one would care. Wait! Did that poster just....blink? Gosh Alex! Now you're hallucinating! I slid the razor across my skin as the warm blood came gushing out of the cut. I hate to say it, but it felt..nice. I cut three more times making them deep. Then I started cleaning up. I pressed a white towel over my cuts to stop the bleeding. *ding dong* (door bell noises... Or how ever they sound) Woah woah woah.. The door bell? Who wound come at this time? Not Sammi and my mom has work. Eh.. I'll open the door anyways and just hope it's not a murderer or rapist. My towel that cover my cuts was now red from blood, but I'll just hide that hand behind the door, no biggie.


"Hey can I help- Louis?" Why is Louis at the door? He doesn't even now where I live! Well, not anymore.


"Hey! You're the girl I tripped earlier!" He practically yelled.


"Ummm yeah.. If you don't mind me asking, why the hell are you here?" Seriously, why the hell are you here?!


"Long story.."


"I've got time," if I haven't mentioned before, I'm REALLY stubborn.


"Sooo, can I come in?" He asked awkwardly.


"Yeah I just have to get something upstairs, make yourself at home." As I said that I ran/sprinted up the stairs. I hope he didn't see the towel or my cuts. I cleaned them up, put band-aids on them, put a long sleeve over to hide the cuts and ran down the stairs.


"I never got your name."


"Oh! I'm Alex! And you are.." I said in a I-know-who-you-are-but-I'm trying-to-be-polite voice.


"I'm Jessica!" Louis said in a girly voice, making me giggle.


"You said you were going to explain why you were here.."


"Oh yeah! Right, before I start, promise you won't get mad at me or kill me by the end of the story?"


"No promises." Even though its obvious I won't, even though I can.


"Ok so it all started with a......"

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