Taken by Chance

What a Birthday

Darcy's P.O.V

*beep-beep-beep* my alarm clock goes off. "Ugh" I moan. Wait a minute. I run over to my calandar. It reads: September 13- Darcy+Niall's B~day! It's mine and Niall's birthday today. Now I run over to my laptop and turn it on.

*3 minutes later*

It seems like it's taking forever to load. "Hurryyyyy uuuup" I groan, annoyed now. I quickly log into Twitter. "And we're in!" I say excitedly. I have a look at my new followers. A tweet catches my eye.

'Why do u rite such chesy tweetz?" a hater wrote

*sigh* "They don't even know how to spell right" I said quietly, almost a whisper. ~C'mon Darcy we're on Twitter to say happy birthday to Niall, not to look at all your hate~ my conscience told me. Of course, I listened and obeyed. That's the thing about me, I always obey no matter what. I guess it's because if I'm around my parents and they tell me to do something, I obey. If I don't obey I get hit. Oh well. I'm on Niall's page and there are soooo many 'Happy b-day Niall' tweets written there. I start humming 'I Want'. I don't know why. I think maybe because it kind of matches my feelings, except I want to be loved by Niall. ~Get over him Darcy, you'll never meet him~ my conscience tells me again. I know it's true, but that hurts. A girl can dream right? I decide to finally type Nialls message. I write:

'Happy Birthday Nialler! How you doing'?

It's my Birthday today to :) My names Darcy, and I'm very shy. Anyway, have a happy and safe B~day Niall:)

Thanx

Darcy XxXx'

I click send.

I'm getting hungry, so I slowly walk into the kitchen. "Good Morning everyone" I say in a cheery voice. "Morning Darcy" dad says coldly. "It's my Birthday today" I say, making sure not to sound hurt because they forgot my Birthday. Either that or they don't care. No response.

I feel sad. They don't care.

I put 2 peices of bread in the toaster and when their done I butter them and spread some Nutella on them. That's what I have when I'm sad.

After breakfast, mum approaches me. I'm already scared.

"You used all the bread again!" she growls. I-I I'm so s-sorry, it won't h-happen again" I shrink down into the chair. I want to die. She punches me right in the center of my nose. "OWWW!" I scream. I run to my room, and while I'm running I hear mum mumble "Spoilt brat" under her breath.

I don't eat lunch or tea. I don't even come out of my room. "What a Birthday" I mumble before drifting off. I just fall asleep listening to One Direction. I have a blood nose but I don't care.