Held Back

Melissa, a 17 year old girl, has a sad story. Her life is not what it seems she wants it to be. With no friends, and a father who does not care about her. She feels, no one cares. This is her story.


8. I Think I Am...

   Sitting in the room up stairs, I cried.  I sat in the corner, staring a my wrists.  I wasn't going to do it again.  Not after what just happened.  So, I just thought maybe I should talk to them.  I was scared though.  Downstairs I heard them all still talking to each other.  It's already 4:00, and I'm still just here.  Alone.  But what else is new?  I was always alone.  "Come on let's go," said a voice that bursted through my door.  I wiped away my tears, and looked up.  "What? Louis, I'm not going anywhere."  I said.    "Come on.  Stand up."  "Why?"  "We need to go right now or we will be late!"  "But I want to shower and I want new clothes." I said.  "Okay, you go hop in the shower and we will go and buy you some new clothes." Louis answered back to me.  He walked out and I stood there.  I heard all five of the boys leave.  I ran the water for a hot shower, and went downstairs to grab a warm towel.  On my way there, I saw a phone sitting on the table.  It was new in the box.  I opened the box and there was a not.  It read: "Hi love.  If you have found this note, it means your life is about to change.  Everything about it.  Great things lie ahead.  To start it off, here is a new phone for you.  It's already with our numbers put in.  Have fun! x ~Niall.  I let out of little grin.  I ran back up the stairs, and placed the box on my bed and sat beside it.  I took out the new phone, turned it on, and began to text Niall.  'Thank you Niall.  Is there a way I could ever repay you? x' In less than 2 minutes, I got a reply.  'No babe, you don't need to at all.  We are almost done here.  Hope you like it! x'  I put down the phone and ran into the bathroom.  I hoped in the shower, which was now steaming, just the way I like it. I hoped back out when I was done.  I rapped the towel around me, and began to brush out my hair.  I could not seem to stop thinking about what Niall meant.  New things ahead of me?  This could be all I ever wished for.  And then I started to cry.  This time they were tears of joy.  Maybe my parents saw me struggling.  This is certainly headed in the right direction.  When I was done brushing out my hair, I walked back into my room, and went on my new phone.  I wanted to make a Twitter, so that's exactly what I did.  It took me a while to compete it, but I finally finished.  I followed all of the buys and scrolled through their tweets.  I laughed at some of them.  Especially some of Harry;s tweets.  Harry is so charming.  They all are, but Harry stands out to me.  I sat in my bed, waiting for them to return.  It may sound crazy, but the whole time I was waiting for them, I was thinking about one person.  Name replaying over and over, like a charm.  Harry, harry,harry, I kept saying in my head.    

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