Savior

Chapter 1 

I have no idea where I am, I thought to myself. I soon figured out once I recognized the crisp sheets I was laying on, the bland white ceiling above me, and the ever present smell of disinfectant. I was at the hospital. And I know why. 

The day before had started like any other. I arrived at school and was stared at the entire way down the hall way. I had no friends to go find and talk to, so I went and spent my extra time in the courtyard, either reading a book while listening to music, or giving into my secret obsession. One Direction...

I have always been known as the emo girl who listens to screamo music, but I secretly loved One Direction with all my heart. I couldn't resist their stunning smiles, their perfectly swooping hair, or their seducing accents. No one knew that I liked them, or else I would be thought of as a poser, and since I had no friends, I had no one to confide my secret with. Half way through the day, a couple of boys were whispering in my ear," go kill yourself emo girl" and "why don't you go slit your wrists bitch" I'm used to this, but today I just wasn't in the mood for the torments. I turned to them and said, " shut up you ignorant dicks" and of course, I was sent to the principles office... I knew immediately this wouldn't go down well with my parents. They wouldn't stop yelling at me the whole way home. They are loving, but they expect perfection from me since my brother is a perfect child. I just can't be that way. But some strange and foreign words came out of my fathers mouth. Just get some purpose you worthless waste of space. That triggered the crying. I locked myself in my room and cried, wept, and bleed. Yes, I cut myself. It gives me relief from the pain inside. But I couldn't find the relief I needed at the time. I went and got my bottle of anti-depression pills and took them all into my hand. And you already know what happened next. I tried to kill myself. Obviously it didn't work, because here I am, at the hospital in the paper gown feeling small and fragile, knowing nothing would ever be the same. Now i would be known not as the emo girl, but as the girl who tried to kill herself.