She's gone through hell and back. Her saving grace? Her inspirations Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn. What happens when she finally meets them? ������read to find out������


1. The Story.

Well for starters, I'm not really living. No, I'm not a vampire, ghost or anything along that line. I'm completely human, but I'm not really living. I'm just.. surviving. Surviving through this hell called "my life". You could say I'm depressed, alone, and just sick of having to push on when it would be so easy to give up. The thing is everyone who personally knows me thinks of me as an attention whore. Why? Because I "cut for attention". Listen I don't know what the hell your problem is but I wouldn't harm myself just to say oh my gosh poor me. No that's not how I roll. Anyways, my family consists of me and my mom. My jack ass dad decided to walk out and us when I was 12 taking almost everything leaving us to fend for ourselves. I do the working, food shopping, and cleaning, since my mom is lazy and I'm her so-called servant. Hey my life kind of sounds like a Cinderella story huh? Well, I guess I'm awaiting my prince then, and some freaking fairy to make me pretty. Is that my hope? Waiting for a fairy and Prince Charming? Ugh I know, pathetic. I guess I'm just miserable and nothing can change that. Now onto high school. I go to West Burberry High. A place where all your hopes get smashed and all youre happiness fades away until you escape, that is, if you escape. Everyone gets stereotyped in the first week of school, you're either popular, goth/emo, or a loser. Typical school I guess.. but being in those groups you get held to standards. If you don't meet the standards you're out of the group and you become alone. That's where I went wrong, I was in the populars, everyone wanted to be me. Then we started making fun of the losers and I wanted out. I got what I wanted.. and look where it got me. Now no one wants anything to do with me. I'm just another "prop" to this school. As of right now music is my savior. Its more important to me than oxygen. Just sitting in my room with screams covering up the horrible silence, full volume still not loud enough. I just sit blankly crying on the inside but numb on the outside, wishing I could just escape. escape everything. my life, high school, depression, self harm, bulimia, my mom, people. I just want to escape, but I don't want to die, I want to be dead, but I don't want to die.


Hehe that's the first chapter! It's so sad oh my gosh! But it'll get better💕 Even though in reality it doesn't get better.. in my story she will because I want her to.. :-p so yeah thanks for reading!

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