The Image of Perfection ( One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I walked down the hall. There was people pushing and shoving to get to class.There was people talking about how awesome that party was last night or gossiping about the new girl and how her shoes were soo last year. People are mean but your always going to find mean people wherever you go. You think people care so to let you know most people dont. Theres always that one person that knows what its like or maybe they dont but they still care. That person for me was Jada, she was beautiful,short brown curly locks and hazel eyes that sparkled in the light. She had a smile that could light up the room and the most friendly personality in the world. That day i was thinking about ending it i mean what was there to live for. My mom was an acholic and my dad worked all hours of the day. My sister didnt care and kept her distance from everyone. Those cuts on my wrist i made those, that was my choice my decision. That day Jada came up to me, smiled and handed me a disc in a small red case. I urged a smile back and then she skipped away she was much to peppy but atleast she cared

          I got home from school and like always noone was home to talk  to. My mom was at another one of her AA meetings, atleast she was trying. My dad was at work and my sister was always home late into the afternoon. I thought this was the right time to leave to end it all for good. Then i remembered the cd was in my backpack. I opened it up, it was a homemade disc that Jada must have decided to make for me. I thought was a nice gesture and popped the cd into the radio. Maybe i wouldnt do it just yet i had to hear what was on the disc. The first thing i heard was Hi were one direction and thought to myself OH NO. Then i listened to some of the words " Your insecure dont know what for" You dont know-oh-oh you dont know your beautiful" I smiled these words the lyrics to this song brought joy. I realized that these 5 guys didnt sing about something inrelvant nor did they sing about sex or drugs or hoes they sang to the girl listening thier songs were something else they werent just a boyband these were 5 people that cared. I walked upstairs and no not to do that to take a long deserved nap. This was the first time in a long time there wasent a fresh scar on my wrist.