To Lose My Life (One Direction)

I've always known I wasn't normal. My parents have always favored my sister, Georgia, and I have never had many friends. People shy away from me, looked at me as if I was something to eat. It used to bother me. I've gotten used to it. I've ignored to my entire life, pushed it out of my head. Until now...

It all began with an argument. My parents had yelled at me about something, and as usual, it was about something I didn't care about or something I couldn't control. I can't even remember what it was about. I had left the house, slamming the door behind me. I would fake anger and tears so they would feel bad and let it go. It hadn't worked this time. I wanted to be good, I wanted them to be proud of me, but every time I tried, it seem to make everything worse. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I was done.

I walked down the neatly paved sidewalk, watching my feet and counting the cracks. I wasn't looking where in was going. I didn't care. I remember walking further than I usually do. I remember walking past the bookstore I worked at, my only sanctuary, hearing the squeak of the tire swing at the Mooreridge Park, and hearing the little kids laughter at the preschool on the outskirts of town. I was so focused on the concrete, I hadn't realized how far away I was from my house. I didn't even look up until my feet hit something soft and soggy. Dirt. I had walked two miles out of my perfectly suburban neighborhood and was now surrounded by massive evergreens and thick oaks.

I had always thought this forest looked scary. When we would drive back from the city, my sister would tell me scary stories about how people would go in and never come out. I had never realized how much truth those stories had. Until now. The stories had scared me as a kid, not so much as I got older. But right now, in the light of the blood red sunset, it looked as if it would eat me if I got any closer. So that's just what I did.

I don't know why I kept going. A NORMAL person would have stopped, and tried to find their way back. Nop, not me. I just kept going further and further. When I had finally stopped the moon was high in the sky. An owl was hooting in the tree to my left. I felt at home somehow. As my eyes fell from the trees around me, I saw something. Something out of place from the current environment. A boy.

He was leaning against a tree. I wouldn't have been able to see them if it hadn't been for the beam of light from the full moon. He was talking to himself. Great. If he hadn't looked utterly insane, I may have said something to him. You know, cause I'm one of those people who enjoys striking up a conversation with a random crazy stranger. Against my better judgment, I slowly creeped forward. I could now see his features, and let me just say, he was gorgeous. Mystery boy was still talking to himself, chuckling at something he had said. His laugh was really loud but completely adorable. He had short dirty blonde hair and what I was pretty were blue eyes, but I couldn't tell from where I was standing. I blamed it on my curiosity and utter stupidity, but my feet kept moving towards him. I couldn't help it. However, a shout in the distance drew me out of my daze and began to walk backwards. I almost made it away unseen. Almost

In my rush to get away, I stepped on a twig. I'm sure it wasn't as loud as I thought it was, but in the silence of the night, It was the loudest sound I had ever heard.the laughing look from his eyes and was replaced with a shocked expression. He began to advance towards me, quickening his pace with each step. My heart was doing the same. Every fiber in my body was telling me to run, to run away from the encroaching danger. But I didn't. I just continues to look straight into those eyes. I was right, they were blue. They looked pitiful, as I f he was sorry for what he was about to do. I began to feel dizzy and I blacked out. The last thing I remember we're strong arms catching me and a pair of eyes. Those blue eyes...