Chapter 6

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I am so sorry I didn't update this on Monday like I planned to. I've been really slacking on updating my stories on the days I'm supposed to. I'm going to try to make it up though by updating as many of the stories that I didn't update when I was supposed to between today and tomorrow.

And for those that don't know, this and How to Fool Everyone into Thinking you're Ok, is going to be updated on Mondays for now on.

Enjoy!

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March 15, 2014

So, I'm on a plane to Ireland as I am writing this. I'm both excited and nervous about this. Excited because I'm going to be in Ireland and I haven't been there in like three years and I'm excited about seeing my family as well. I'm also nervous about seeing them too.

Like I said, it's been three years since I've just left them all. I love my family so much, but I couldn't stand to be around them another moment back home. I know I never mentioned earlier, but after the incident when I was 14 they had put me through years of therapy.

And all that therapy was making me nervous, talking about the experience over and over and over again. The more I talked about it, the more I actually wanted to kill someone else. I actually had to a few times back at home. No one important, just a few homeless people who know one would miss and not as elaborate as I do it now. No, those were quick killings just to take the edge of the urge for a while.

So yeah, that's why I left as soon as I turned 18. I just couldn't handle the therapy sessions and how everyone treated me like fragile glass all the time. I'm not fragile, I'm strong, I'm ruthless, and I can handle myself now.

I think it will be a nice visit though. I think everyone would treat me like a normal person now and well I'm actually getting more excited the more I write.

But, I have got to go though, because I'm getting tired and I want to be well rested for when I land. All my entries for the next week will be short probably because it will be hard finding time to write long entries while I'm home, but I'll try to write every day.

So, until tomorrow.

Niall Horan

Current status: 11 dead: 9 men, 2 women

March 16, 2014

So, it's 11 o'clock at night here and I just wanted to write a quick entry up before I try to catch some sleep.

I landed sometime around 5 in the morning in Ireland after an almost 11 hour flight. To say that I was disoriented and ready to be on solid ground is an understatement.

My brother and his family met me at the airport and I engulfed all of them in a giant hug. And I meant my little nephew Theo for the first time ever! He is probably the most adorable almost 1 year old I've ever seen. I'm literally obsessed with him. I couldn't stop playing with him the entire ride home to my mom's house. I just want to take him home with me and like make him my own.

I wouldn't do that to Greg though.

I greeted my mom like I greeted Greg and his family, with big hugs. Then we all sat around while drinking tea and made small talk for a few hours. We didn't talk about anything important, just how everyone is and was the gossip around town and how school is going for me and what everyone is doing now.

Everything was nice, really really nice.

I went to my old room around noon, after eating a small lunch (I don't eat much, being and dancer and stuff, and I rather not eat much then work out.) I spent most of the day sleeping or just resting because jet lag is a bitch.

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