No longer innocent, I've been scarred too much

My names Alex Payne. You've probably have heard of my brother Liam Payne who is 1/5 of the world-famous boy band. I'm 18, and Liam is 19 years old. We were really close until he got called back by the X-Factor judges, then he just forgot me. After him and the band became bigger and closer he never texted or called. It's been three years and I live with my parents still because I have one more week of my last year of school ever. I changed after Liam left me alone. My parents started to work more and talked to me rarely, I started to self-harm myself, I have too many scars and burns to count now. I got bullied because of Liam so I decided to change my looks and became the 'Bad Girl' in school. I got new friends, and they taught me how to smoke, do drugs, drink and do a bunch of crazy pranks-some would call them a bad influence but me I just say we know how to live! My parents are now used to it and don't try to change who I am.

39Likes
88Comments
3984Views
AA

12. The dream

Alex's POV: (by: ODed on Celery) 

 

A thunderingly deafening roar of agreement minced my brain into a smoothie as I hyperventilated back stage, sweat glued hair combed into a heavenly ponytail. I hated ponytails. Where was I? I eyeballed my tangerine skinny dress with colourless rhinestones decorating the nectarine neon-ness and my beaten black high knee converse. Who dressed me? My Mom? A muscular, kind of cute teenager wearing a skeleton headphone set, equip with a microphone, and a feathery creamy top with nude jeans sauntered towards me, a colourless grimace darkening his heavenly face.

"You're on, If you'd like to go," he instructed, one athletically shaped finger directing me to a dampened stage, "that way, through there." he lightly thrusted me, annoyance bubbling to the boiling point, and I was about to punch is perfect face with my dehydrated knuckles when the pulsating rhythmic music captivated me, as I robotically waltzed on stage, facing a sea of jealous grimaces and sparkling toothy smiles.

(By: TributesDirectioner)

"What song are you going to be singing today?" Simon Cowell ask.

"Um King For a Day by Pierce the Veil." I answer.

"Okay. Interesting." Demi Lovato says.

 

(She sounds like Elizabeth Grace the youtuber. She did a cover of this song.)

"Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red

Please, won't you push me for the last time
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done

You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor


The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for throwing up
Pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late


Let's scream, there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done


You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor


Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass shakes the earth underground
We'll start a new revolution now
(Now! Alright here we go)


Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war!

Fuck with this new beat
Oh!


Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes of an abandoned brain
I knew you well but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace


You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor


Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming take us now

We'd rather die, then live to rest on the ground

Shit."
 

I finish it and look at the judges. They all look at each other.

"You're-" I suddenly wake up. I see Liam shaking me.

"Wake up! We have an interview, and you have to come." He says.
 


 

Please, won't you push me for the last time
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done

 
Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...