Forsaken (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter One

Graduation Day, to me, is by far the most important day of my life. I've been dreaming and dreaming of the day I'd be finally finished, forever, with school. I'm not going to college, since I dream of being a musician, and I've got backup plans as it is. My family owns a huge company in upstate New York, so worst comes to worst, I've got a job already with my name on it.

This past month has been actually really depressing, and I can't wait for new beginnings. My best friend, Danielle, committed suicide on May 12th. Since, I've just been acting different, and others have been acting differently to me. Personally, I hate the pity party I've been thrown. I've definitely became more of an introvert since, and haven't been putting myself out there. My mom has been encouraging me to go out, find some new friends, party and shit. But that's really not me anymore. I've forced myself to get back into painting, something I used to enjoy as a kid, and I've been writing more music than ever.

Anyways, my plan after today is to pack up then drive away to Manhattan, and lead one of those stereotypical lives in the city. I've already bought myself an apartment, and I'm moving into it on Friday. I currently live in Brooklyn, and the place just really hasn't been for me since the day I was born. I've visited places like Times Square and the Empire State Building, and I'd like to just be there all the time, not as a tourist.

My family is completely okay with the move. They knew I'd be living there one day, they could just tell. Whenever we visited, I was always so fascinated with everything. Everything I looked at brought me joy. I've never felt that in Brooklyn. Manhattan brings so much more beauty, and has so much more life.

Graduation began just as fast as it ended. I received my diploma and sat right back down, everyone was patting each others backs and high-fiving. I sat there, showing zero emotion. Instead of back-patting and high-fiving, I glanced up to the sky, where I knew Danielle was watching down from. I smiled up there, and whispered, "Happy Graduation Day, Danny."

After my mom took about eight-thousand pictures of me in my dress, she gave me a big hug, and cried about how proud she was of me. "You know Danielle is proud of you too, right?" She whispered.

"Of course, Mom. Hey, can we stop talking about her for a bit? I want to enjoy my freedom right now." My mom nodded and gave me some space. I was approached by a few people from my class who congratulated me, and I did the same to them.

I drove myself home, since I preferred to be alone in my car, listening to the radio. Once I got home and opened the door, I saw balloons filling the whole room, and a cake that said '"CONGRATS!" on my kitchen table. My parents beat me home, and yelled, "Congratulations!" again, even though they did the second I actually graduated.

"We're so proud of you, Mia." Exclaimed my dad. "And to show that, we have a pretty awesome present for you." He exchanged a glance with my mom.

"What is it?" I asked, way too eager.

They exchanged another glance as my dad reached into his pocket, pulling out a very small box, wrapped in purple wrapping paper, my favorite color, and a silver ribbon. He tossed me the box and I caught it, instantly pulling off the ribbon and tearing through the wrapping paper. I opened the lid of the box and saw a credit card, standing right there before me.

"No. Way." My very own f'ing credit card. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

"We figured since you'll be on your own, you might need more than cash. We loaded it with $3,000 already to get you started. But you better get a job in Manhattan, do you hear--" I interrupted my mom by giving her and my dad a huge hug, thanking them over and over and over again.

That night, I began packing my stuff since tomorrow would be my last day in Brooklyn. I packed all the clothes I knew I wouldn't wear tomorrow, and I packed up some pillows I never usually sleep with. My mom finished my laundry for the last time ever, and even offered to put it away for me.