Lovely (A one direction fanfic)

Everythings going to be fine

I glared at my mother as she screamed at me. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO BE HOME AT TEN!" She screamed, but I wasn't listening. I rolled my eyes, and thought my plan over. But all of the sudden, I snapped out of it. She hit me. I gasped in pain as she punched my arm with extreme force. I grabbed my arm with my other hand and then she hit again. This time in the stomach. I should be used to this by now, but today it was really bad. I doubled over and caught a glimpse of my mothers face. Her smile was broad and glowing with pride, her crazed eyes wide. I started to cough, and spit. Blood surged out of my mouth, and I fell to the ground. My mother then proceeded to kick my limp body, starting at my nose. The tip of her pointy shoe made contact with the bridge of my nose. The warm blood contrasted with the white floors and dripped off my chin. She continued to kick me, bruising my body. I lay there, helpless, as a tear dropped from my eye. Her crazed mind was doing this, not the mum I used to know. Then all of the sudden she stopped. She walked away from me, striding away. She was going to leave me there.

The cold floor pressed up against my body was covered in red. My vision was getting blurry and I thought I was dying. I couldn't move, for the fear and the pain was too great. I waited and waited, and it must've been an hour before I heard anything else but my own shallow breath. My throat constricted in fear; What if it was my mother? The anxiety took over and my chest was heaving. I was crying even harder now until I heard the footsteps. They were light, like from a smaller person than my mother. My breath slowed again, and I relaxed a little bit "Mckenzie?" The voice called. It was the sweet voice of my best friend, and I tried calling back. "Ma-ddy" I said, my voice no louder than a whisper. I tried again, but I got the same results. The footsteps got closer and they rounded the corner to the kitchen where I was lying on the floor. She dropped whatever she was holding and screamed in terror. She must've seen my battered body on the floor. I heard her start hyperventilating as she bent down towards me. Her gentle hands, shaking, rolled me over softly. I saw the fright in her eyes as she saw my bloody face, still gushing from earlier. She reached into her back pocket and whipped out her iPhone. She quickly dialed 911 and waited for them to pick up. I could hear he muttering under he breath, and I thought she was praying. The person answered, and I heard,"Hello! What seems to be your emergency?" And then she said it. "Well, my best friend is lying on the floor, looking like she was attacked. She is unresponsive and she isn't talking. Help me please!" She shouted into the phone. My eyes were glazed over and my mouth seemed to stop working. Then, she quickly told the person on the other line my address and hung the phone up. "It's ok. Everything's gonna be alright" she whispered in my ear. "I'm here" she whispered finally before going into a silent prayer again, holding my hand. We waited no longer than a few minutes before she heard the front door blast open, and the stomping of heavy boots on the ceramic. She called to them,"I'm in the kitchen!" Her voice choking. The big police officer rushed into the room. I recognized the soft face as maddys dad, and he shook his head. He knew who had done this to me.

The paramedics scrambled into the room with a gurney, lifted my helpless body onto it and strapped me down. Thy carried me out of the house, being as gentle as possible but failing miserably. I bounced up and down as they ran across the yard, as fast as they could. I shrieked with every jerk of my pain ridden body, but that was the only sound that I could omit from my mouth. I saw the ambulance and I suddenly got really tired. my eyes were drooping and heavy. I decided to close my eyes for a minute and I blacked out. Then all hell broke loose. Everybody started panicking and rushing even more now. They shoved me into the big car, and we took off speeding down the highway. They hooked me up to a big scary machine, and it's a good thing I wasn't awake because I would've had a heart attack. They stuck needles in my wrists and took my pulse. I was still alive but I was barely breathing. On the brink of death, I was just letting go. I mean, who would care if I was gone any ways? I sure as HELL wouldn't. I mean, I'm a worthless bitch that nobody liked. I was an outcast. A weirdo. A nothing. To a lot of people, I just existed. Another thing was is that I was glad I wasn't awake because I had the cuts on my wrists. I mentally groaned, and kicked myself. Hopefully they wouldn't say anything when I WAS awake. Well, since I am asleep, let me tell you a little about me. I'm 5'6, and I'm a brunette. I am a self harmer, and a suicidal freak(According to Chloe, the meanest of them all). I hadn't actually tried to commit suicide, but I almost did. Three times. But it's not like anyone would care right? Defiantly not my family. I don't even talk to most of them, and I'm always kept in my house except for school so I wouldn't have as big of a chance to show everyone what my mum does to me. I did sneak out and showed Maddy though. That was before I "fell" and broke my arm. But i still had a lot to show her. Bruised legs, red marks, and my mum even went as far as taking a knife and slicing my back. I have more scars then I could count, not even from cutting. And she knew I cut... She loved the fact that I brought so much pain to myself. My life is just fucked up, as fucked up as society is.