Why Me? (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Why Me?

This is my first fan-fic so i hope you like it , its come of the top of my head and onto writing, Enjoy can i just say this chapter is just introducing the main character, in the second chapter the boys begin to come in, this may be a little depressing but please read on because in the chapters ahead the story has lots of ups and downs its an over all happy story please read more than the first chapter and give up :)

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Chapter 1-

My name is Sky and i'm 16, i live in London, well technically when i say live it's more like well im homeless so London is my home really. Through out my life i've seemed to have a string of bad luck, my father died in a car crash before i was born, my mother fell into depression, being a single mother and all that, she had no relatives that she knew off so she had no one to turn to for help. When i was 12 my mum was diagnosed with Bowel Cancer, it spread through her body so quickly that she died on my 13th birthday. I was put into an orphanage and i also fell into depression. My hair was natuarally fair but i dyed it brunette when i was 12 it was naturally straight so i surpose i was sorta lucky my mother had always told me i had special eyes they were blue around the rim and then green and then there was a ring of brown around my pupil, i have 2 peircings on my left ear, 2 on my lobe and one at the top and just 2 on my lobe on the right, i had my lip peirced when i was 14.

I was bullied at school i can remember walking down the school hallway being tripped up and hearing sly comments being whispered about me like FAT, UGLY, SLUT. I began to cut it seemed to ease the mental pain and replaced it with physical pain which i seemed to handle better, it was a summers afternoon and it was so hot i took my cardigan off totally forgetting about my cuts and scars after that i was bullied even more, EMO, GOTH, UGLY, ATTENTION-WHORE, SLUT, TRANNY, FAT, OBESE these were only some of the comments i received everyday, i was eventually diagnosed with anorexia bulimia after loosing 5 stone in 1 month, i couldn't stomach the sight of food and every mouthful i took i could feel the fat growing on my stomach and thighs. i'm still anorexic today but now im used to it.

When i turned 14 i began to teach myself how to play guitar after it was gave to me as my only Christmas present that year from Lissa she ran the orphanage she was in her mid 40's she was a stern and strict woman but she was fair and caring. I realised that when i was playing or singing i felt like i was in a totally different world, i often wrote songs when i needed to take out the pain but it never stopped me from cutting it was sorta like an addiction.

When i was 15 i tried to take my own life, i overdosed on anti-depressants and i was hospitalized for a week until i recovered after that i was sent to a psychologist. I'd had enough with life and i just wanted to die, the other kids at the orphanage bullied me too. So i ran away, i packed my bags and left

I've been homeless for 7 months now, all i own is my guitar an old tattered blanket and the clothes im wearing now, a t-shirt, sweat pants, my nike trainers and my black fury coat, i didnt go to many homeless shelters they scared me a bit so i relied on my guitar and my voice to stay alive, people threw money down, i made just enough to buy myself some water and a small packet of sweets or crisps, to be honest i barely ate, i just picked at it. Sometimes if i felt like i'd ate just one to many crisps or sweets i made myself puke so i wouldnt get fat. I hated throwing up but i had to do it so i stayed thin!

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Okay that was chapter 1 i know its a bit depressing but it will get better later on please vote and comment Love Mia xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx