Because of You (One Direction)

The Funeral Part I

Hey guys. I know that I don't normally do long authors notes, but I think that right now I should warn you all. In this story there will be: a. Self Harm b. Abuse c. Suicide Attempts d. Colorful Language. (If you know what I mean) Also, I am not the best at all the effects (Pictures, Videos) that Wattpad.com on the computer has because I usually write my stories on my iPad. Also, the last time I checked, I was HORRIBLE at spelling. So if you see something spelled wrong, feel free to correct me. I am trying to make this story a bit more realistic so I think that Niall will introduce Isabella to the boys slowly. Like she'll meet Louis or Zayn after the funeral. I don't want to go to fast.

P.S. I have a pet unicorn named Fluffy. You should be VERY jealous.

P.P.S. my friend and I decided that Directioners should be classified as a different species. Agree?

Niall and I walked down stairs hand in hand. You could tell that I was crying but Niall had comforted me. Victoria was sitting on the couch with my mother. They were both in black. They both had serious faces plastered on them. My mother looked so fragile, as if she would brake any second. Vicky was sitting with such a venerable look on her face. It brought it all back to me. I was the reason that we were sitting here in black waiting. Waiting to go to the funeral home. To bury someone very important. My father. The one that I killed. If I hadn't pulled that plug, would we be here. No.

My mom got up with El and walked towards the front door. She slowly opened it as if someone was waiting on the other side with a gun. If there was someone there,I gladly would have opened the door first. I defiantly deserved to be killed. I killed my own father, of course. We all waled outside to my mom's black SUV. We all hoped in it. Vicky and Niall in the back and Mom and I in the front. My mom hurriedly put the key in the ignition and backed out of our driveway. Nobody said a word.

We had been driving for about fifteen minutes when we pulled up to the home. She found a parking spot and we all got out of the car slowly, dreading what we would have to face inside. People. People we didn't know. Saying sorry. Sorry for your loss. They had no idea though. They had no way of possibly knowing that it was all because of me. My mom took my hand in one of her cold hands and Victoria in the other. Niall held me other hand. I didn't think I could do it. Go in their. See his body. His dead body. That I killed. I just couldn't. I felt warm breath tickling my ear. What the heck? Then I realized it was only Niall.

"It's okay. Nobody blames you." He whispered. I just looked down and shook my head. It was my fault and everyone knew it. Even my own mother knew it. She hadn't spoken to me in two days. Even she hated me. I looked up at Niall.

"Everyone knows it was me. It was all because of me. I was the idiotic one who tripped over the stupid wire." I said quietly back. He just squeezed my hand. When we got to the entrance, was when Mom said something to me for the first time in two days.

"I know that it was you. You better not make an appearance to the ceremony or the burial. Do whatever you want but I want people to think you are a no-show." She hissed in my ear. Ow! (Never thought it hurt so bad, gettin' over yooouuu!! Sorry)All I did was nod. She hated me. She really did. It was all my fault. Now how was I supposed to say sorry to Dad? If I wasn't allowed to go to the ceremony, how was I supposed to live. I couldn't even see the body?

"I um, I have to go to the bathroom." I stuttered to Niall, scared that he would catch my lie.

"I heard what your mom said." I gave him a questioning look. How? "She wasn't talking very quietly. I know you can't actually be at the ceremony but I know where the security cameras are and they have sound. We can watch there. I smiled. A fake smile. But a smile all the same. I took his hand that he was holding out to me an let him lead me. He took me through two small corridors at the back of the building separated by a short flight of steps. We finally reached a small room. He glanced at me then turned the handle. It was open. Now looking back, I felt like I was in a horror movie and was about to get killed. That word again. Anyways, we stepped into the empty room. (A/N Okay in case you are confused, in the beginning of the story, I said: Two Years Earlier. The main part of the story is in the past. Like a huge two year flashback. Eventually the story will catch up but we still have a year and like 11 months. Just clearing up(:) Niall held my wrist and pulled me behind him. We saw a shadow lurking in the corner. I stifled a gasp. Whatever, or whoever it was a sleeping.