Nothing Like Us (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Just the Memories

Chapter: 1- Just the Memories

Miranda's Flashback:

"Get her!" Morgan screamed at Connor. They were coming to get me because Morgan called me a slut so I turned around and punched her.

Connor was the school bad boy, and also a jackass. I hated his guts. I hated everyone here at Norson High School.

I was going as fast as I could on my skateboard, trying to get home away from all those stupid wastes of my time.

I opened my door and closed it as fast as I could, taking in what just happened. I sat on the floor in front of my door realizing how much i hate those rats.

I took my blue converse off at the door and placed them on the mat side by side, took my backpack off, and went into the living room. There was my mom, sitting on the couch like usual looking depressed with her blank face.

"Hi hun." My mom looked at me, but then took her eyes off of me and put them on my father who was coming down the stairs. with his stained jogging pants and t-shirt with 3 or 4 holes in them.

"I'm going out." My father barely looked at my mom when he said that, just grabbed his brown jacket and put on his shoes.

My mom went over to my father secretively trying to say, "Have you been drinking?" But I'm 15, I think I know my father is an alcoholic. There's no need for my mom to hide it.

"Ya know wha-" My father was cut off.

"I'm not letting you go out." My mother said.

Here we go again. This goes on mostly every week, my parents fighting. My father never used to be an alcoholic, he used to be a great father. I used to call him daddy.

Now I don't know who he is anymore.

It breaks my heart to see little girls with their father, knowing I don't have one no longer, he's just not my father anymore.

I ran upstairs to my room to try and ignore my parents fighting. I looked my mirror to see myself, ugly. Worthless. Nobody likes me.

I'm so worthless.

Every time I look in the mirror I pick apart every piece of me and judge it. Which makes me so depressed I feel the need to do harm to myself to take the pain away.

I searched through my bottom drawer to try and find something i can do myself harm with. I found a razor, so I decided to use that.

Ignoring all the fighting downstairs, the screaming so loud the neighbours probably can hear, I put the razor on my left wrist. Making the cuts I put on my self last week even deeper tonight.

"Deeper." I told myself.

"You're a worthless bitch. Nobody wants you." I told myself.

I was trying not to scream in pain, but I couldn't help it. My wrist was bleeding to death. My tears went down on my wrist to make the blood drip down faster on the hardwood floor.

All of the sudden I heard sirens outside, so I put my hand over my wrist to try and stop the bleeding. I looked outside and saw a police car with father in it. From what I saw he looked like he could pass out. Probably from being drunk like always. My mother on the other hand, was outside too. The police officer motioned her to come inside to talk. So I tried to put my ear up to my door trying not to scream in pain from the wound I made.

"Clarissa, we will take care of him, get him help. He shouldn't live here anymore." The officer said.

"I-I- can't let this happen. He's not good in jail, you don't know what he does there." My mom told the officer.

"What does he do?" The officer asked.

"He tried to commit suicide every night he was there." My mom said. Studdering, she started to tear up again.

"Clarissa we won't let that happen." The officer said, then left the house to go into the cop car. My mom ran outside but it was too late because the officer already drove away with my father inside.

I put on a gauze and sweater to go downstairs.

So shocked to see what I saw.

"Mom! NO!!" I screamed, while my mom was trying to swallow all those pills she just put in her mouth.

"Honey, you don't need me anymore! I love you so much, I'm not a good mother. This has to end!" My mother screamed, crying on the floor.

"Mom! You can't do this to me! It will be me and you, we can make this without dad!! It will be better without dad!!" I was crying, letting it all out that I needed to get out of me.

I ran to the phone and dialled 9-1-1 to get an ambulance before its too late for my mom.

In less than 5 minutes the ambulance showed up, putting my mom in a stretcher. I just stood there taking it all in.

I, Miranda Wells, hate my life.

I hate me.

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