Fine Lines and Second Chances (a Niall Horan fan-fic)

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Cold.

"January snow has arrived," I thought out loud to myself as I watched the little crystals fall to the ground out my bedroom window. Everything in my life is cold, from my skin to the people around me and even the weather. I constanly stayed locked away in my bedroom with my only company being my pets, music, art supplies, and writing material. I have only one friend, a pretty little blood stained razor blade that I have had since fourth grade (six years).

"AtariLynn, come down here NOW!" I heard my drunk mom yell from downstairs in the living room.

I quietly got up from my bed and headed downstairs without acknowledging her. I silently approached her expecting the usual lecture and then whichever kind of abuse she felt like giving.

"AtariLynn get your sorry lazy arse down here right this instant!" she yelled as I entered.

"Yes ma'am?" I submissively responded.

"Have you done all of your chores and cooked supper?" she demanded.

"Yes ma'am" I said quietly.

She got up from laying on the couch and walked towards me, stumbling over nothing while holding her beer bottle. She was drunker than usual. I turned my head to face the floor because she didn't allow me to look her in the eyes.

"I'm going out tonight and probably won't be back for for a few days so don't let the house get messy, I will see you later." she said and walked out the door.

I couldn't wait for times like these, just me at home.

"Thank goodness," I said out loud to the quiet empty house.

I went to my room, got my music and music player, brought them to the living room, and played it really loud. Sound was a rare blessing in my life, and so was an empty house with a free living room. I was myself at these times, and only at these times. I decided to order pizza because I never got to. A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door, but I knew it wasn't the pizza because it hasn't been long enough, so I was confused. I timidly walked to the door and opened it. When I did, I saw a police officer standing there with a concerned look on his face.

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