My Deepest Scars | A Niall Horan Love Story|

The whole school knows about that dreadful day. Remorse filled the students hearts everywhere and no one knows what really happened.

The end result still being unknown til this very day.

Drew Baler, a very mysterious and discourteous teenage boy, is very keen to his friendliness life. Though, Drew never misses an opportunity to be rude to anyone who approaches him everyone loves him. The simple fact that he does not want to be bothered by anyone seems to attract everyone to him. None of them care to know why Drew is the way he is. No one cares to know why Drew has a short fuse and impolite. Of course, Niall Horan and his group of friends will be the ones to investigate.


1. Prologue

 I sniffle covering my bloody cut up wrist with my over-sized sweater; I look out the window not sure that I can look at people in the eye right now. How can I when I feel like everyone is laughing at me and judging me for something I had no control over? I feel like everyone is against me and no one will believe me if I tell them what happened to me, what do you do when you feel like you are the only one sitting in a room filled with people? You wonder if they even know you exist or if they know why you’re quiet or if they just know something is not right with me. I mean you just wonder if they know.

Do they know?

I turn my head up to look at class who is surprisingly quiet and listening to what the teacher has to say; no one seems to notice that I am screaming on the inside for help. I am suddenly invisible to everyone in this class for once. I have friends who has not talked to me all day and that is why I feel like no one cares, they have completely abandoned me to go through this alone, but what should I expect? They don't know what has happened to me, they don't know how I am feeling and why I am feeling the way I am feeling. They say friends are supposed to be there for you but yet I see not one of my so called friends here.

My long time crush Niall Horan is looking at me frowning and shaking his head with a disgusted look. I don't understand the sudden change of feeling towards me. People have told me that he likes me too and just yesterday he was flirting with me, complimenting my hair. It breaks my heart to know that this has changed his feelings about me, it does not change who I am.

"You wanna hang out tonight?" He asks, jokingly.

I look away from him feeling the lumps in my throat. The bell rings and I get out of my seat slowly avoiding eye contact with everyone. I go to my locker with my head down and grab what I need. I close my locker then turn around to see my best friend Amy looking at me like she is mocking me. I feel tears brim my eyes, but I hold them back and keep them from falling out of my eyes, she is mocking me. She is laughing at me right in my face, Amy knows and she does not care.

"What's wrong?" She asks, knowingly, chuckling.

I shake my head quickly walking away from her and start to go to my next class; I stop in the middle of the hallway and look up from the ground to see my surroundings. Everyone is looking at me smirking, smiling, snickering and laughing at me. They are all making fun of me for this, I know it. They are all against me for something I was force to be. A tear slips down my cheek as I drop all of my books and walk out of the school not looking back once and not caring if I get in trouble.


"Andrea, open the door!" My mom exclaims through the door. "Now!"

I ignore her looking in the mirror at myself and cringing at the sight of myself. The layer of disgust sitting on top of my skin no matter how much I cleaned myself, it just remained there. I look at the person in the mirror that I used to adore and cherish and I see nothing but trash from the street. Makes brown blonde hair. My full pink lips, busted and dry. My skin pale, blotches and dead. How could someone possibly love this pathetic, foolish girl looking back at me in the mirror? I see why everyone was laughing at me today; I see why no one cared. It's because you are an ugly loser with nothing to live for.


I let another tear fall down my face, thinking about what had happened to me just three days ago. Three days ago my whole world was turned around and completely changed for the worst. I close my eyes tightly wishing the memory would go away, I just want them to go away and never come back. Why did this have to happen to me? I've never done anything to anyone; I thought I was a good person. I always do what I am told, I hang around with the right people and I don't fall into peer pressure. I have always done everything right and even though I am only a fifteen year old, sophomore in high school I feel like I have done a good job keeping myself maintained. So I just don't understand why a good person like me feels like there is nothing left in the world when just three days ago I knew what my plans were. How can one person be so selfish and uncaring of another person? How can people be so cruel?

"Andrea, open the door now!"

I clinch my hands onto the sink feeling like I am about lose control of myself and trying my best to ignore my mother and the world. My whole world got turned from a happy world to the real world. I now know what people mean when they say life is rough. My girly teenage world has been shifted to something I can't even imagine, something that should never happen to anyone and so sick that people do it. For people to even think about something so harsh and brutal is disgusting.

I cover my ears blocking the sounds out of the memory, get out of my head! I don't want you there; I just need you to disappear! GO AWAY! I ball my fist up in frustration and punch the mirror shattering it into pieces not wanting to see that ugly girl in the mirror. Not wanting to hear the sounds in my head ever again, crushing the memory. She is nothing, no one to anyone anymore.


I push everything off of the sink and pull down my shower curtains then fall down to the floor in sobs. I cover my face with my bloody hands, just hearing the voice telling me how worthless I am. The voice would just tell me that I am worthless and no one would care if a piece of shit like me exists. The voice called me worthless because I am a girl because I am not one of them, girls don't matter in this world. People don't care about what girls do, we are all just fucking whores who can't control ourselves. Who would want us around is everything that fucking voice said to me.


I roll on my back looking up at the ceiling letting the tears continuously fall down my face.

"Worthless." I whisper, sounding breaking.

I grab the scissors that are sitting next to me and look at me for a long time ignoring the constant bangs on the bathroom door. My lips quiver as I open the scissors and close my eyes not changing my mind.


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