The Girl Who Finally Spoke Her Mind. (Ed Sheeran Fan Fic)

The Girl Who Finally Spoke Her Mind.

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As the rain trickles down the cold icy windows, I crawl into a corner of my bed room. I never thought that I could do what I have done, I will never be able to undo. I'll have to live with the guilt, and insecurities forever. As my mind toke over my thoughts, I just wanted to be left alone, I didn't need this, I really didn't.

I heard a slight knock on my bedroom, door.

"Hunny, dinner is on the table, you have to eat today" my mother interrupted.

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later" I replied.

I heard foot steps weakening, I figured mum left me. To be honest though, I didn't mind being disturbed, as it gave me a break away from my thoughts. I slowly stood up, and glanced at myself in the mirror, i peeped a look at my wrist knowing the damage was already done. I took tiny steps away from myself. I took a look around my room, I knew I was alone. In more ways then one, I looked at my walls knowing that if I ever met Ed, he would be ashamed of me. For doing this to myself.

As I tried to walk closer to my door, I hear my mums mobile ring, she quickly answered it. By then I had my ear up against my door.

"look, I'm not doing this with you right now, you have already caused enough damage to Mel, and your not paying the price I am" my mother tried to whisper into the phone, too late I thought. Dad left when I was 8, after being caught cheating on mum. I didn't really know what dad had done wrong, but as I grew up I found out. And now 10 years later dad is still trying to contact me, I swore to my self, and music that I would never talk to him again, not after what he did to my mum. Yes, it may hurt him but he hurt us more, and I wasn't ready to forgive him for that, after i knew what they were discussing about, I walked to my computer desk. Still weak on my knees, I found the chair before the floor. As I plopped myself down, I logged into my computer and went on YouTube. My only strong point, was Ed. He made me feel like I belong, like no one else mattered. And I would do anything just to be able to see him, and touch his stubble, and listen to his angelic voice. But in the end I knew I was just a messed up 18 year old, who still lived with her mum. And is paying the price for everything that went wrong in her child hood.