The Broken Ballerina (One Direction)

Chapter 1

Dia Duit aka hello in Irish, and yes I'm Irish! Last time I checked I had 12 reads! *que happy dance*

Have you seen the video of Haylor on New years day in NY?0.o I not sure if I ship them yet... But I respect them enough not to send hate. Think twice before you tweet anything.

This chapter will be boreding but i have to get it over and done with. Keep smiling :)

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Chater 1

~flashback~

"You little whore," Jess my so called mother scremed at me, pulling my hair.

"I'm...I'm..sor-ry,"10 year old me whispered, knowing what happen when she came home drunk. A beating.

"You good for nothing little piece of shit,"she said while kicking my rib cage. "I should of killed you with your father," by now she pinned me down so I was lying on my back facing her. She was hiding something behind her back. A Knife.

~Flashback over~

"Shhh...It's ok boo," Beth cradled my shaking body.

Let me tell you about myself, huh? I'm Amy Lee. A 13 year old girl who was used by my mother.I have long,dark wavy hair and almost black eyes. They used to be a light brown with a hibt of sparke before all of...let just call it "this"happen. I'm half British and half Koran.I have a lot of trust issues since Jess, my so called mum. Before I was 8 I was a happy, carefree and bubbly child who loved to dance. Now I'm cold, I don't let any one break down my walls and know the real me, the caring, loving me. The one thing that hasn't change is I still dance, unfortanly the orphanage, yes I said orphanage, dosn't have money to send me to dance classes so I just dance in any free space were no one can see me. Beth works/lives at the orphanage. She used to be an orphan here aswell. She's the only one I trust since I figured out she won't use me and leave like everybody else in my life.

Beth's the only one who knows about my Flashbacks, not even Miss.Williams (the owner) cares about me to find out why I suddenly start shaking and crying. Great place huh? None of the other kids like me eirther. Sure, they were all nice and fake the first month but when the realised I didn't want to talk back or let them get close to me they stopped. Most of them act like I'm not here which I'm thankful for, but little Miss.Barbie and her two followers had to make life worse. Miss.Barbie is excetly what you would think, Emily is a fake, heartless person who looked liked she was raped by a maker or something with clothes that were two sizes too small. Anna and Micheala a.k.a the Followers aren't much better. Lets just say the turned the school against me and now basically all of my school bullies me. Enough of the sob story. On with the story.

"Boo," Beth whispered, putting her thumb under my chin and lifting my head so I was looking into the ocean sea eyes. My cries became hiccups.

"I found a place for you to dance, not far from here,"she said trying to cheer my up. She's the only one who knows I still dance. "It's in a singing/dancing studio down the road, my friend who works there said there was an empty dance studio if you want it," she explained further. My head perked up at this but suddenly dropped. "But w-won't someone see me'" I whispered dropping my gaze to my ratty bed covers. I use to love performing in front to people but the changed since I arrived here.I'm shy and hate the fact of someone judging me on my dancing. "No, no one has been in that room for years, they still use the other rooms for cele-" she was cut of by Miss.Williams. "BETH, DOWN HERE NOW!"

"COMING MISS, Look I'm sorry boo, I'll tell you later, ok? To hell we go," Beth spoke,I giggled at the last part knowing I wasn't meant to hear it. Before I got a chance to say good bye she left the room. I siged and took out my journal from under my bed, flipping past the tear-stained, even blood stained pages and stopped at a ramdom page.

Dear daddy,

I can't take this anymore. Mum. She took away you , my friends and now dance.. Dance was the only thing that kept me going, you know that, hoping someday someone would think I was good enough and take me away from this hell hole. I heard of self-harm. People saying it took away the pain of life. I know I promised, daddy. I broke that promise. I'm sorry daddy. Guess I'm a failure like mommy always said. Guess she's right? I want to hold on to life hoping someone would be my prince and take me away from the evil witch. Who am I kidding, Fairy tales are not real. If I do take the cutting too far, I know I wouldn't care.. Have fun with the stars Daddy.At least I can see you when I look up at night, knowing your the brightest star above me.

Love Amy Lee

Age 10 4/7/2009

I read the messy handwriting, letting a tear roll down my face. I missed my childhood, I grew up to quickly.

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First chappie :) I nearly cried writing this... I'm stupid I know. Sorry if you fell asleep but I had to tell you about her and her backround etc..

What do you think of Emily and her followers 0.o Until next time kewis! And yes I named you kewis even thought there's probably only like one person reading this 0.o. Fan

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P.S I'm not sure if I should include Taylor in this as the boys girlfriends, let me know if you do or not.