You're Not Alone (Niall Horan/One Direction)

Mia Alexandra, prefers to be called Alex because she got bullied because of her unusual name, now she doesn't just get bullied because of her name. No her life was ruined by her father, he got arrested and put in prison for murder. Her family left her on her own when she needed them the most. Her two best friends turned against her and started bullying her. Will she be pushed to complete destruction? When One Direction turn up at her school, will she let them in and allow them to fix her?

Contains: bullying, self harm and suicide attempts but it also contains crazy moments, sleepovers and love


2. It's Not Alright and It's Not Ok

Chapter 1-

"Fat Slut"

"Ugly Whore"

"Fatass" Wow that one was really, really clever I'm so sure you could win a Nobel Prize with that insult.

30 seconds after walking through the school doors and the abuse starts! Mental abuse, to me, is worse than physical abuse because it leaves scars deep under your skin and stay there forever. They say scars heal but these ones don't, they play on your mind forever and will never leave you!

The worst thing is that I'm starting to believe it all, all the names they call me: Fat! Ugly! Slut! Whore! Worthless! Oxygen thief! The list could go on for days! I don't eat, you can see my ribs and hip bones, my elbows are like bowling balls compared to my arms and my thighs have the biggest gap between them in the world! I used to love food; I'd eat anything I could get my hands on as long as it wasn't eggs, fish or mushrooms, I miss going out to my favourite restaurant and eating until I was about to explode. It's safe to say I'm anorexic!

I have never had a "proper" boyfriend (by proper I mean someone who hasn't gone out with me as a dare) so I do not in any way see how they can call me a slut when they have fucked all the boys in the school at least twice over now! Excluding the nerds, Laura and Charlotte wouldn't touch them with a 10ft pole; because they are disgusting little twats almost as disgusting as Mia. I'm at the bottom of the school food chain:


Deputy Principals

Teaching staff

Charlotte and Laura

All their followers



Charlotte and Laura used to be my best friends until my idiot of a father got himself arrested for murder, then they ignored me for a few weeks until the Christmas holidays finished and they came back looking like, well what's a nice way of saying this, SLUTS, skirts that barely passed their bums, tops that were far too tight and showed off too much flesh, make up that made them look like they were from 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' and hair that looked like they have stuck a dead animal on top of their head and left it for days! They turned the whole school against me, this has gone on for 2 years now and it breaks my heart.

My mother thought it was my fault, she started to also mentally and emotionally abuse me, she uses everything I do against me and likes to pick at my weaknesses to make me feel just that bit worse about myself. My mum and I used to be so close but my father has torn us apart with his selfish ways, I hate him for everything he has done, I have not visited him once in the time he has been in prison, he caused this, he is no longer my Father, not anymore, he's done too much now.

When will my life change? Never, because you do not deserve it, you are a evil child, look at what you have done, your father is in prison because of you, your mother hates you, your whole family left you, your best friends hate you, your only other friends live miles away and they are not going to bother coming down to London to see you anytime soon. Oh look at that you are hated by everyone around you and you are left all alone.

Another thing about me, I have been diagnosed with paranoia, I always worry about what people are talking about, even strangers that are walking down the street laughing and joking, I always think it's about me. The doctor said there isn't much to do about it, he referred me to go see a therapist but I haven't been, seriously though what will ink blot tests do to help paranoia?

Will it get any better?


Sat in my sociology classroom pretending to listen to the teacher, Miss Clarke, go on about crime and ethnicity, whilst I stare out the window watching the raindrops race down to the ground outside wishing I was somewhere else, I don't know why but I have always loved the rain, especially when my mother is not in and I can stay in bed and read my books in the peace. I always find the rain makes things cosier.



"Miss Coultas, would you kindly pay attention to your teacher?"

"Oh, sorry Miss," I mumbled, embarrassed seeing as the whole class was laughing.

"Stay after class to catch up please" she said sternly.

{Time skip to end of class}

As I was sat catching up on all of the notes I had missed, I hadn't realised Miss Clarke had returned from wherever it was teachers go at the end of the day, I got the shock of my life when I heard her speaking to me.

"Mia, is everything ok? You seem very distant and cut off at the moment"

Well if I am distant then it should imply I am not ok, idiot.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine, just fine" I muttered

"You sure?" she asked with a tone suggesting she was worried

I just nodded,

"Have you finished writing up those notes?" again I nodded "ok, you can go."

"Thank you, Bye Miss"

"Bye Mia"


Arriving home I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was about to face. Upon opening the front door all I heard was a scream and a shoe come flying towards where I was standing, Woah, woman calm down!

"You are late, you good for nothing slob" her shrill voice pierced the air

"I had to stay back after school, sorry Mum"

"You mean you got in trouble, man alive can you ever do anything right?"

"N-no I-I just needed s-some notes to catch up on, I missed them from when I-I was at t-the doctors last w-week" I stuttered out before she hit me sending me to the floor in a collapsed heap as she walked away to see to my brother who had just started crying. I picked myself up off the floor and walked to my room where I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to a restless sleep. That was the first time she has hit me.

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