Im One Directions Song-writer?

2Chappy2

He's right.... maybe I should end it all.

Slut
Unwanted
Disgrace
You are dead to me!
You are no daughter of mine!
Each thought the closer I brought my knife to my vein on my arm.

I then shoke my head, am I nuts! Mum would never want this!.

Maybe if I took a shower it would rinse all of my negitave thoughts down the drain?

I stripped and hopped into the shower, I let the water clear my mind. I sadly have too use cold water though...since David  doesn't want me 'wasting' his money.

And I'm only aloud to eat once a day, and it would be on the afternoon, I would make myself a Burger. If I made anything else he would find out....he has eyes everywhere...

As I turned the shower off, I grabbed my towel and made my way to my room.

I grabbed a pair of beat up sneakers, a baggy tang top, and wore sweat pants. Since it was kind of cold outside I threw on my sweater, and threw my hair into a pony tail.

Of course it took 10minutes to complete the process because of the beatings and rape I had this mourning.

I looked in the mirror, and saw a girl, she looked like she had emerged from the dead, her hazel eyes we're bloodshot red, as if she'd been crieng for decades, her not full lips we're swollen, her face was filled with pimples, and bruises, and cuts. Not to mention her hair, well it was the only thing that looked like it had life as her black hair with red dip died at the end flowed to her hips. And lastly she was incredibly skinny, she was skinner than a stick. She looked horrible, I'd feel horrible too be in her state, oh wait...she's me.

And it made the problem even worse since I didn't have my makeup.

So since I was too lazy to wear my contacts, I simply thee on my square, 3D looking glasses.

I sighed and limped down stairs. My stomach grumbled, great. Knowing that I couldn't eat breakfast, I roughly made myself a sandwich and put it in my bag to save for later.

I opened the door and let the bitter-cold air bite my face. I sort of stood there a little, admiring the nature around me, I was calm...maybe even happy for once in a decade. That was until I checked the time.

"Oh Crapola I'm going to be late on my first day of school!" I shrieked in frustration,

As I limped as fast as my injured and weak legs could take me.

After what like forever, I made it there, with the help of my GPS of course.

I sigh, God I sigh too much, it would have been a 20minute walk, but it actually took 40, thanks to the devil (aka dav), ha that's gonna be his new nickname, Dave the devil.

I sigh once more, I'm late for my first period.

I limp my way too the office to get my schedule and locker number along with whose gonna be my homeroom teacher.

I arrived there not caring to give the lady at the office a smile,  but she smiled anyway.

"What may I do for a beautiful young lady like you?" The lady asked,

Beautiful pshhhhh I wouldn't even refer myself as 'ok'.

"I need my scheadul and locker number" I ask with no emotion, I must get that from my dad.....

She smiled "here you go," she said handing my the schedule and a piece of ripped up paper.

I smiled back but then quickly frowned, something about her doesn't smell right.....

I exit the office and look at my schedule, I gasped in horror dun dun dun, it's math.

What a amazing way to start the day. I opened the small piece of paper, and screamed in frustration, this day can't get any worse.

Not only did I have math, but my locker is on the other side of the school.

Locker: 2,597

Ugh.

Locker 2,595, 2,596, 2,597

BINGO.

I opened my locker and threw my bag in there. Then slammed it shut, I got a bunch of glares from the teachers around me.
Haha you wish you had dis.
I looked at my schedule, at least the math room was close.

Oh, but I had no clue what was on the other side.

I threw my paper that had my locker number on the floor, and jogged to the mathroom, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Here you dropped this" a tall muscular dude told me handing me the paper with my locker number on it.

"Thanks....." I mumble and made my way to the mathroom.

I arrived there, I was about to knock on the door but hesitated, you got this Kamila I told myself.

I slowly but effectively opened the door, I gasped as all the object in my hands were sent crashing to the ground, and my eyes went wide.

"David....what are you doing here?"