Someone Better {Niall Horan}

What Should I do? (Chapter 10)

Someone Better

Chapter 10

I jumped out of the pool and put my hoodie on. I don't care if I'm still dripping wet, I don't want them seeing my scars. They are so embarrassing. What if I told they and they didn't want to hang out with me. Or worse they pitied me. I don't want their pity; I don't want anyone's pity.

Pity is the worst thing in my opinion. The way people look at you when they realize you mare the girl from the news. Yeah they put me on the news and said my whole story. For months people looked at me some even stopped me while I was walking down the street just to say they were sorry. Sorry for what? It's not their fault. When people say they are sorry for no reason it makes me mad. There is no reason to say sorry, you weren't there. You didn't experience what happened. You didn't live with him for five years.

I ran out of the building and kept running down the street. It's late at night people can judge all they want I don't care. I just want to get away from them. I don't want them seeing my scars or seeing me break down. When I break down its bad, I am almost there just a few more blocks and I will be home. Where I grew up, the house I lived in for almost eleven years before we moved. I ran past Dollar General and the school. Onto the road I knew so well. I missed being here, I loved it here. It was the first house I called home. I moved five times before this house, I was three by the time we moved in. I lived here until I was 14. But this place also made me sad because it brought back all those memories of the day I was kidnapped.

I was standing right here on the corner only 10 yards from my house under this oak tree. Just walking to school like any normal day, an eight year old doesn't think about being kidnapped. Especially so close to home. What if I hadn't walked to school that day? What if I went on the bus and none of this happened? Would I be singing and trying to make it big? Would I have met Ross or One Direction? That kidnapping was what brought me to music. I sang about what I was feeling. Music was what brought me to Ross, and Ross brought me to One Direction. So if I hadn't walked to school, gotten kidnapped, and started singing, dated Ross, and met One Direction, I wouldn't have met Niall...

So should I be thankful for being kidnapped, beaten, and raped? It's so could. I kind wish I would have put my sweat pants on. My legs are freezing. I started walking up the hill; I don't know how long I was standing there. I heard footsteps behind me; I started sprinting to the house. What am I going to do? I can't just walk into the house. They don't know me; they won't let a total stranger just walk in. Maybe the neighbors across the street will? I don't even know if they still live there. Maybe I can run to the fair ground? No, why would I go there when someone is following me. Where can I go? I can't run forever, and sooner or later whoever it is will catch up to me. What if I went through the woods? It's been a while but I still know it like the back of my hand. I made a sharp turn down the driveway. Since it's a hill I got more speed, I ran past the garage and into the woods. Yup, just the way I had left it. The big log was still lying there, and the wire fence surrounding the back of the garage was still there. My first dog was buried behind the fence.

I jumped over the log and ran down that hill, and passed trees. I could hear the water from the creek getting louder and louder. When I was in front of it I turned right and followed the creek. Before we moved my brother built a bridge somewhere along here.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, there it is.