: What's the point in help, all it does is tell you that you're a piece of shit and need help :
Today I had to meet my "help." Mr. Winston said that they would "help" me learn a little about life, fucker said that it might cure my mentalness. He should know, all the help in the world could never cure me. I'm a monster, a danger in this world. I can kill with my eyes and seduce with a finger. No one will mess with me.
When I finished checking that I didn't look awful, I got out of the car. My arm wrapped around the man's arm, the guy was my guy as in he gave me what I needed when I needed it. He was the only person that I had any sympathy for, because without him, I would be dead. As much as I want to be, he wouldn't let that happen.
I was greeted by five men, they were all wearing black except one guy who was wearing a white t-shirt and blue skinny jeans with boots. The blond haired boy was talking to a boy with long, curly hair. The boy with the blue jeans was talking to a guy with multiple tattoos, he had black hair and a showing stubble. There was one boy that really caught my eye, he was staring directly at me. He had brown hair, ocean blue eyes, he was wearing vans, his jeans rolled up and a black t-shirt which the sleeves stopped at his broad shoulders, he had tattoos on his arms, my favorite was the tic-tac-toe one, all the others I had never seen before. The boys started approaching me with smiles on their faces, two of the boys were still talking until the boy who stared at me gave them a signal to stop.
"Hello Love, you must be Marcie?" The boy who stared at me asked. His voice was calm but had a higher sound, he seemed nice.
"Hi, it's me Marcie." I said very nervously.
"Well might I say you are very stunning Marcie." The blond boy said to me with a smirk. All the boys gave him a look saying he needed to stop, he responded by giving an apologetic sigh.
"Marcie, it's wonderful to meet you! My name is Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis." Everyone shook my hand, only 2 noticed my scars that I tried to cover up.
"Nice to meet you boys." I shook my head saying that my guy could leave, I was now alone in a park with 5 boys.
"So Marcie, what do you feel like doing?" Zayn asked.
"I have no preference. I haven't done anything before."
Nothing, what a boring li-"
"Shut up Niall!" Louis slapped Niall in the face.
"Ouch, what the hell Lou, I'm just saying." I didn't mind him saying I had a boring life, I thought so as well.
"It's okay boys, he's 100% right." I said trying to calm the tension between the boys.
One of the boys put out a glad sigh and Liam grabbed my hand taking me to a bench, the others followed.
"So Marcie you hungry?" Liam asked me as we sat down.
"Nah I'm alright, I ate three days ago, so I'm good." I said.
"THREE DAYS AGO!" Louis yelled.
"Yeah, do you guys not eat one meal a day every three days?" They shook their head in unison.
"We eat three meals a day, every day and sometimes more than that." Harry said.
"That's it! We are getting you hot dogs and pretzels!" I looked confused.
"What's a hotdog? What's a pretzel?"
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Niall said. I gave Niall a glare, how the hell was I supposed to know what these things were?
We walked along the park the boys on each side of me, Liam had his arm around me guiding me where to go. We came up to a hotdog vendor and they signaled for Niall to go. Niall came back with 13 hotdogs in a bag and 6 pretzels.
He placed them on a table near us and we all sat down and started to eat.
