The next 4 hours were the usual. After the school was finaly over, I walked straight home not bothering to say bye to anyone. Not that I have many friends to say bye to anyway. After I got home I changed into some clean clothes and sat on the edge of my bed. suddenly a loud thump came from the closet. I slowly walked over to the closet and opened the door to find a box which had some of my old stuff on the floor. I sighed and bent down to pick it up. After lifting it, I tried to put it to where it was and something fell from it. Keeping the box aside, I looked at the object that fell from the box.
My ballet shoes. Ballet.... My knees went week from all the memories those sheos brought. Dancing used to be my everything. My escape. Now I just have no escape. I'm traped in a dark hole which I can never get out of. Dancing was something I was actually good at other than drawing. It made me feel free. Now it's all gone. I'll never be the same.
After staring at those shoes for what felt like hours, I put them back in to the back of the closet. Just then my phone started buzzing and I took it out to find a message from an unknown number.
'where are you? -H'
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FanfictionSarah Henderson. She suffers from depression. She thought all she wanted was to be alone. But is that what she really wants? Does she really want to be lonely or is she scared to let anyone in... She meets someone. Harry Styles. He is dangerous. He...
