Ever since high school started, I had fallen into what people call "The Depression Stage" of my life. I'm not in my last year of high school, why has this stage not gone by yet? Shouldn't it be gone? Shouldn't I be happy now? Shouldn't I be care free like before? Why can't I have that? It must be a sign. I'm probably not meant to be happy. Or alive.
The names Niall Horan, I'm 17 years old, sick pale skin, horrible blue eyes, bleached piss color hair, and the height of an ant. Not literally. But I feel like it. 5 foot 5 inches tall. I'm currently sitting in the restroom, debating on whether I should swallow the bottle of pills that will send me to freedom. Or should I stay in this god forsaken place that is slowly killing me.
I'll take the easy way out. I'd like my freedom from this hell hole now.
Before the pills could enter my mouth, there was a violent bang against the restroom door.
"Niall James Horan! Stop it! I know what your doing! Please come out, please Niall! Please! I'm begging you! I will break down the door if I have to!" The voice threatened and begged me. I know who it is. The man who stomped on my heart. The man who took my heart and soul then slowly cut them into pieces as I watched, thinking he was actually healing the wounds when in reality he made them worse. Worse than before.
Harry.
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That was real short but I'll try and make the chapters long! I'll try! But please give me feedback on what you think and stuff! I'll update every sunday. I can be forgetful, so I apologize in advance when I do forget.
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Romance"Darlin', don't you, stand there watching, won't you Come and save me from it Darlin', don't you, join in, you're suppose to Drag me away from it" 17 year old Niall Horan is in the dark times of his life and unlike the others, he can't find his ligh...
