The Girl Next Door.

Hi. My name is Willow. Willow Dark. And yes, I am an Emo...

Willow had always dreamed of becoming a star. But her parents had always put her down. They never supported her choices, they never helped her get where she wanted to go, they just abused her. And when they weren't doing that, they were ignoring her. They never even cooked for her, so she either cooked for herself or starved.This had the worst effect on her. When she was sixteen, she took all her collage savings (which SHE had been saving, since her parents didn't care) and she completely changed her look. She went Emo. For a while she did try cutting, but she stopped. When she turned 19, she ran away from home and brought a small house in London. She just sat in her room, writing songs, playing guitar, and singing. One night she has to go next door to tell them to turn their music off. But, when famous hottie Louis Tomlinson opens the door, she falls for him.... Hard. She starts hanging out with the boys and their girlfriends, and she makes three new best friends, Cally (Harry's girlfriend) Perrie and Danielle. The girls and the guys all help her to fulfil her dream of becoming a star. But will romance take action on Willow for the very first time?

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2. Run Away...

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY COW!" My mom screamed at me. My eyelids flew wide open and I sat up quickly. She was standing In the door way, her arms crossed over her chest."Y-Yes?" I stuttered, terrified I might say the wrong thing. "Go to the shop and buy me and you father something for breakfast!" She ordered. I nodded quickly and she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I raced around, pulling on some clothes that wouldn't show my fat body off. I quickly re did my eye liner and grabbed my purse. I slipped out the front door and set off down the street. As I walked, the sun began to seep through the clouds, and I smiled a little. A few girls stared at me, but I just carried on walking, my face low. I eventually made it to the shop and I stalked around the isles picking out things for my mom and dad. When I went to pay, the sleeve on my jumper rolled up accidentally, revealing my scars. The cashier,who looked about my age, gasped loudly. I dropped the sleeve back down and glanced at the floor. When I had paid,I hurried out and speed walked home. The look of terror on that woman's face was just awful. Was it really that bad? I guess so... When I got in, my dad was waiting for me in the hall, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" He asked, red with rage, "mom sent me to the shop to buy you guys some food.." I said timmedly, raising the bag above my cowering head. He snatched it out my hand and I fell to my knees. They let out a small crack and I winced. I stood up and walked into the deserted living room. I sat on the edge of the sofa, trying to focus on the TV. I heard my mom and dad talking in the kitchen, but I couldn't hear every word. I was too afraid that I was looking suspicious when my parents walked back in, so I buried my head into my knees. They came and sat down, not saying a word. I just stayed silent, feeling very awkward. Suddenly, my dads voice made me jump, "WIWLLOW!" He screamed, even though I was right next to him, "did you delete my TV show off her?" He said, pointing at the TV screen angrily. I shook my head furiously. "Don't lie to me!" He groweled. He stood up and grabbed me by my hair. I tried to protest but he threw me on the floor and I smacked the corner of my head agains the coffee table. I shrieked in pain, but that just made my mom angry, "oh shut up!" She said, whacking her foot into my side. I clutched my side and let myself fall. I was right under my mothers foot, which was not a good place to be. She went to stand up and stood straight on my face. I screamed as my nose cracked beneath her slippers. She just acted like nothing had happened and she walked out. I managed to pull myself onto the sofa, and I stayed as fat away from my dad as it would allow. My mother seamed to have gone to get dressed, so I sat, staring out the window. I wonder what Avril Lavgine is doing right now... I was snapped out of my bizarre thought by my father slapping the side of my head hard. "Are you listening to me!" He roared. "Sorry.." I whimpered. He sighed and stormed out. That's it. I'd had enough. I was going to wait until they went out, pack a big bag and run. Just run. No where in particular, just run. I would start a new life else where. I listened and herd my parents talking in their bedroom. I slipped up the stairs and into my own room. I grabbed my biggest back back out the wardrobe and places it under my covers...

At 5:30 my mom and dad decided to go out for a meal, obviously leaving me behind. When they had pulled out the drive and where at least a mile away, I raced back into my room and grabbed my backpack. I flung my wardrobe open and grabbed my best cloths. Most of them we're baggy tops and leggings. Some had band names and logos on. I grabbed my song book, music book and diary and shoved them in to. I put the remainder of my savings in along with my phone. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, toiletry bag and hair comb, and shoved them in to. I had everything I needed. When my mom and dad went out they locked the front door and I didn't have a key. But, my window was open and there was a long drain pipe running down the back of the house that passed by my window. I slung my bag on my back, grabbed my guitar case too, and carefully placed one foot on the window sill outside. The cold winter air bit and my nose, causing me to sniff. I dragged my other foot over the edge and clung onto the pipe. I let my self slide down it quickly and I was soon on the floor in the back garden. I raced over to the back gate and opened it, the sound of traffic filling my ears. I'd done it. I was free. I had actually run away...

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