My family and I never really got along that well. My mom came into the house and called my name I looked at Niall and said "okay you need to stay in the closet, cover yourself up with some clothes and don't make a sound alright?" He nodded in agreement. I wiped the tear stains on my face then put on a fake smile. "Hey Mom" I said, no response. "How was your day?" I asked "fine" she said. She walked towards the fridge looking for something when she stopped and screamed "WHY YOU YOU EAT MY PIE" . "What?" I asked concerned. "YOU ARE SO GREEDY AND SELF-" my little brother came in holding an empty container of pie with blueberry residue all over his mouth. "Sorry Mom it looked really good!" He said. Mom laughed and gave him a hug then looked at me and went to sit on the couch. She didn't even apologize for what she said. "I'm just gonna go to my room to finish some homework." I said walking away. No response. This stuff happened all the time and well honestly I'm starting to get used to it. To be honest it still really hurts to hear her say those things about me. "Oh well" I sighed. "Oh well..."
(Sorry this chapter was shorter than most I kinda had writers block)
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Teen Fictionthis is a story about Niall. No one saw the fact he was struggling. All they saw was the happy laughing Irish boy. TW mentions of suicide and self harm. Enjoy.
