Shattered

Chapter Two

I remember one time, just one, their was a moment where I felt loved by my mom. I was 6 at the time and I came home crying because someone called me ugly.
For a moment my mom blew it off and told me to suck it up, like always. Then she looked at me with the tiredest look in her eye. She must have been happy at one point in her life, and something just pushed her over the edge.
I believe that she wasn't always a drug abuser and alcoholic, but I Also could never forgive her. Letting your child grow up all alone, depressed, no friends, and bullied without being there is not okay.

My eyes begin to fall slowly while I get drowned in my thoughts. I dont know what to do, I mean I've always been able to make it on my own. But I always had a home, a room, something to come home to.

"Niall?"

"Yes love?"

"I dont really know you, and I dont know why I feel like I can talk to you. But can we actually talk? And not sit in silence?" I look down at my hands

"Of course, what do you wanna talk about?"

"What do you do?"

"What do you mean what do I do?" He smiles

"Like job wise?"

"Um, I'm in a band. A very popular band. I'm sure you heard of us, one direction?"
That names familiar, I think a lot of the girls at my school all about them. Mainly Harry styles, I think his name is.

"One Direction.. I've heard of you guys, but I've honestly never heard any of your songs"

"Not your type of music?"

"Not that, just I dont really know any music artists or songs. My parents- I didn't really have a radio or anything."

"What about in the car?"

"My parents didn't have a car, I walked to school every morning and walked home"

"Thats.. Hmm.. Different?"

I nod. I feel shy and insecure so I stop talking.

"I'm sorry, did I embarrass you?" He rushes

"No no no, I'm just.. I dont know. I'm different. Very different from people my age" I sigh

"How old are you?"

"18.. Today.." I trail off

"Your birthday is today?" He smiles

"Yeah, fantastic day to have my birthday, huh?" I smile softly

"You dont seem so upset.. If you don't mind me asking" he whispers

"My parents.. They weren't the greatest parents. I'm sure they loved me.. But in a different way than most.."

"What do you mean?"

"Um.." I search to find the words
"Let's see, they were drug abusing, alcoholic assholes. My dad was abusive too"

"To your mom?"

"Me" I sigh closing my eyes tightly
The car falls into an unbearable silence and I start to wonder if I should trust him. Why does he car anyways? He's all rich and famous. He shouldn't give a damn about the world, or about me.
"Where?" He whispers
The car comes to a stop and were in a parking lot. Not empty, but still suspicious.
"What?"

"Where did he hurt you?"

I pull up my sleeves, revealing the many cuts I have done to myself. And I point to the cigarette burns. The bruises from last night, which are on my arm and on my face. You chouldnt tell, considering the amount of cover up I put on.
"He did this to you?" He says with a tone of horror "And you.. You did this to yourself?"
I nod looking down.

"You can't live like that.. Your not gonna live like that. Your 18.. The choice is yours of course but come stay with me.."

"We've only just met. How do I know your not gonna hurt me? How do I know your not just like my parents?"
"You dont.. But you will if you give me a chance.. Think about it" he sighs
I nod lightly.
Could this day get anymore confusing?