Saving Me

Chapter Three: It Hit Home

School ended and I walked home silently with Seth. He was still kind of upset about me giving him advice that benefited neither of us since neither of us would take it. But as his best friend, I was going to give him advice that he might not like.

We got to my house first and I turned to walk up my drive. I didn't say goodbye or anything to Seth because I figure he is still too mad at me, but he tugged at my wrist and pulled me in for a hug. I gripped him tightly, slightly afraid of what awaits behind that door, not wanting to let him go. I didn't want to be afraid, I didn't show it, of course, but Seth knew. He knew me too well.

I let go and pushed out of our embrace and made my way up the too short driveway. I unlocked the door and peaked my head in; there was no sound of movement. Maybe no one was home. I quietly closed the door and jogged for my room. Once inside I closed and locked the door. I was usually safe in here until my dad threatened to beat my door down. I'd have to come out if I want to keep the only small shred of privacy I have.

I plug in my headphones and start to write incoherent words on a page. I don't really know if they make sense, I just know I need to get them out. I'm about halfway down the page when I feel my eyelids begin to drop. I fall asleep to the soft whisper saying, "And we can listen, to glass hearts shattering"

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CRASH! BOOM! SMASH!

I jolt out of bed to the sound of things being thrown about the house. My parents are fighting again; I groan and shove the pillow over my face. I need to get out of here before I end up with a headache. If I get caught leaving, I'm dead, but if I come back with something for my father, I'll be less dead. I grab some money and my house key and quietly open my bedroom door. I looked around and see the basement light on, I let out a sigh of relief and basically sprint to the door.

I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go, just that I wanted to go SOMEwhere. I looked up ahead and saw a little, old rundown park. I walked over to a swing and began thinking as I rocked at a slow, steady pace back and forth, back and forth.

I thought about my life and where I actually wanted to go with it. I wanted to be a writer, I just never liked giving people my work to look at. It was always so dark and depressing but it was something almost all kids, at one point in their life, can relate to. It may even save lives.

Soon, I see figures coming toward the park. I try and make out who they are, but nothing registers in my head. As they draw closer, I notice it's five boys. Then it hits me, it's the new kids from my school; the super famous, popular boys that all the girls fawn over. All except me. I mean, don't get me wrong, they're all attractive, or have certain attractive qualities, but I just genuinely don't like people. Plus, they're famous, I really don't like celebrities. They draw too much attention to themselves, even if it's not always their fault. One of the boys gulps as they realize I'm here.

"Uh oh, what if she's a fan?" One of them mutters; Louis I think.

"Then we either give her a picture or run" I think Zayn said.

One of them, the blonde, Niall I think is his name, just looked at me.

He then spoke up, "No, she's the only girl who didn't swoon at the sight of us at school. Remember lads?" A chorus of 'yeahs' could be heard. They decided it was safe to approach me and tried starting up a conversation.

"Why were you so keen on not letting me help you clean up today?" Niall asked. I just stared at him, remembering the day. I felt my pocket and sure enough the glass was still there. Out of instinct my hands went to my sleeves and I tugged them down. I got weird looks in return.