stole my heart

18 year old Sam is nobody. she is an only child. her mam abuses her, her dad passed friends. doesn't have a job, dose 6 form. when 5 special boys of her age join her school?


2. tumblr is my life

I crawl back to my room and lie on my bed in pain. I lift up my shirt to see if the kick caused any visible damage and not to my surprise, I see a huge bruise forming around many others on my stomach. I put my shirt down and cry. I don't know why my mam's like this, she just is. once upon a time, she used to actually love me. I used to know what having a nice mother was like. but that was a year ago and this is now.

I reach for my laptop, which is sitting on my bed, and decide to go on tumblr. whenever I'm having an extra bad day or whenever I'm feeling extra lonely, I log onto tumblr and update my blog. It's one direction themed and I have a lot of followed- surprisingly. I don't know why there are so many nice people on tumblr and there aren't any in real life. it sucks. Anyway, back to my blog! it's filled with anything and everything one direction related and I always have messages in my 'ask' box asking me to follow people and stuff. I'm a massive directioner. I have posters all up my walls and I have loved them since their X-factor auditions. the only problem is that my posters are a year old because my mam doesn't buy me anything that isn't necessary for me to survive. my favrioutes are Niall and Harry.

After spending about 2 hours on tumblr, I log off and get in my work uniform. yes I know. why do I have a job if I have a terrible mam? I only have one so I can pay for her alcohol. the left over money I save for me, so I can buy myself things like a computer and a phone. I grab my IPhone 5, sunglasses and purse and leave the house. my mam knows my work schedule so she can keep track of whether I'm at work or if I've ran away. I know, she's crazy. literally.

As I'm walking my 15 minute walk to work to McDonald's, I think of what it would be like if I had my own life away from my mam. if only I was brave enough, I could run away and rent my own apartment. she couldn't force me to come home because I'm old enough to make my own decisions. as I enter I make a mental note to not think about it too much because it would never be possible.

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