My name is Lydia Hawthorne. My parents gave me that name and I shall stay like that. I am not a thorn like my surname says. I can be a needle in the side sometimes, but that is only when I don't get what I want. Most of the time I don't even know what I want! Luck is on the teacher's side then.
As my star sign is a Virgo, I have really unrealistic ideas. I see my beloved Niall Horan walking down the crimson, red carpet with me. Paparrazi can't stop taking pictures of us! The golden lights glowing. Niall let's go of my hand. He gets down on one knee, his eyes shining. Oh! Niall is holding something! It's a blue box. He opens it to reveal a sparkling diamond ring.
"Lydia Hawthorne, will you marry me?" Niall asks.
I feel tears come to my eyes. I nod my head. The crowd cheers. Niall slips the ring onto my finger and all the pain I have ever felt goes away. I never want this moment to end...
"HAWTHORNE!!!! GET TO WORK OR I'LL MAKE YOU!!!" Anja Havenwisp shouts at me.
"Coming Miss!" I call. I collect her coffee and walk towards the table. It's either letting her treat me like her servant or I will really have it at school. High School... Where the humiliation never ends.
I can't believe it! Niall Horan walks through the door!
"Wanna take that to go?" He jokes. He leads me onto the bewitching dance floor. I throw my arms around him and dance without a care in the world. I am in ecstasy.
"AGGHHH!!! YOU IDIOT!!!!" That idiot named Anja shouts at me when I accidentally knock the coffee on to her."YOU'RE LOOKING AT BEING TIED WITH ROPES AND LOCKED IN MY CLOSET FOR A WEEK!!" She shouts.
I take my chance and run for my chance and run out the door, run for my life. My heart is beating in and out my chest. I push pass everyone. No. I'm not going back to abuse, not going back to that life. The life of being treated like a slave and punished severely by the most popular girl in school. The life of being threatened and crying yourself to sleep each night. The life of fractured and dented bones, piled with a hundred scars. I can't even breathe with them. It's too much.
I retreat to a brick alleyway where I sink to my knees and cry. The pain. It hurts. I haven't even seen my parents in 3 months. They've been worried sick looking for me. I don't want them to worry even more when they see my condition.
"Are you Okay? I saw you running." A dark and gentle voice asks. It's just me imagining my sweet and perfect River Niall who flows with the songs he can sing.
"You're actually not there. I'm really 100% alone. I'm imaging you." I use my maths knowledge to answer. Life is a sum that I'm still trying work out. I lift my head up to see the face of a puzzled boy.
"What?" He asks. The seventeen year old boy has the peachiest skin, forest green eyes and brown hair.
"No-nothing." I reply. He crouches down beside me.
"Your face! We need to get you help! And fast!"
Written By Rose Woods