I Want You To Save Me Tonight ( A One Direction fan fiction)

A/N: This chapter was made by Kacie and Jasmine. I (Jasmine) will be filling them in and making them more descriptive. ANd Kacie will be writing them for a little while. Then we will switch... But... Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Someone Save Me... Please

You see, I have been loved by many but they have all gotten up and left me. Hi, I'm Rosetta but peopl call me Rosie and I'm 15 years old. I now live in an adoption centre in London. I absolutely love One Direction but I am yet to meet them. It is one of my life long hopes and dreams and I hope to meet them soon.

They have helped me through everything. My father abused me. From ages 8 until I was 13 when he was arrested for rape and abuse and I haven't seen since. Then when I was 14, my mother committed suicide. I found out that all the pressure of being a mother and taking care of me was to much. She also couldn't deal with the fact that my father would hurt me. I also found that out the hard way... My mother commited suicide right infront of me.

From that point onward I was put into an adoption centre and have been here ever since. That was about 3 weeks ago. Two weeks ago was my 15th birthday. But at the Adoption centre they don't celebrate it so I did it on my own.Even though it was good at all. I snuck ou and found a twig and a lighter and sung happy birthday and made my wish.

I wished... My wish was for something big. For some help. Because I would need it in the next week. For success. For success that any kid that lives in this centre to happen to them. To be gone.

I have blonde hair with red high lights and hazel greyish eyes. If anybody were to ask me what my favorite body part was, it would be my eyes. My eyes are the most beautiful part of me. Here, at the adoption centre, I am constantly called ugly, fat, stupid, and worthless. And sometimes. No most times I believe them. Plus, the other kids physically beat me as well. I am sick of it but there is nothing I can do about it. Trust me I've tried. But I am not as strong as some of them are.

If I fight back, they'll only hit and punch me harder. I've almost fully given up, but there are reasons I don't. I have plans. I have a way out. I have a few ways out. But for now,until i finalize my plan, I do the only things that bring me confort.

I always listen to music when I'm depressed or just want to shut everybody out. I cut when I've been mentally or physically hurt. And lastly I sit and take a shower. But these aren't just normal showers, these are the types of showers when all you do is huddle in a 'corner' of it and cry. You cry in there because no one can hear you cry. They only hear the water. So that's what I do.

"Rosetta! Get your fat ass out of bed. You know if you are not up out of your bed in 2 minutes, you will have to do the unmentionable." Mrs. Carol yelled at me.

"I'm going, I'm going. Good God!" I screamed at her.

By 'doing the unmentionable' she means horrible things. Mrs. Carol makes all the girls ages 13 to 18 be prostitutes Friday and Saturday nights. I've only been made to do it once when I first came in and it was horrid. I wish I could take back that night. You are only made to do it if you don't listen.

I quickly jumped out of bed and changed into my hand-me-down boys shorts and a shirt that says 'Stay Strong For Those Who Can't'. I brushed my hip length locks and ran down stairs right as the bell rang. I quickly got into line with the rest of the girls.

"Let's start roll call, shouldn't we?" Mrs.Carol snarled at us.

"Yes Mrs.Carol."we all said in unison. And at that, it began.

"Abby?"

"Here ma'am"

"Allison?"

"Here ma'am"

"Anna"

"Here ma'am"

"Ava?" Mrs. Carol waited 30 seconds and when she didn't say anything she started laughing. We all knew why she was laughing. She loved to torture us. It's like what she lived off of.

"Let's move on then shall we?" We really didn't have a choice. After that I might of zoned out until I got nugged in the ribs. Then I was suddenly aware that my name was called.

"Here ma'am"

"Rosetta maybe next time you should be paying attention. As we waited for 45 seconds. Therefore I waited longer than I should've and I broke the rules. So therefore you will be at Jake'sservice." She then smirked at me and went back to calling names.

She knew that I hated Jake. She also knew that I zoned out a lot. And she knew my past. She knows me inside and out. Well she thinks that she knows me. But by far she has no clue who I am.

But you want to know what is hard to believe. Well there are over a 200 kids here.there are about the same amount of boys as there are girls.

Another thing that is hard to believe is that sometimes,like in my case, she makes us do the other kids. Yes 'Do'. She doesn't care about the age. She made poor Ava who is eight do Justin who is eighteen.

But the last thing which is the most hard thing to believe is that we are the best adoption centre in all of London. Hard to believe I know. But it's true.

After roll call we were sent to the dining hall. About 99% of the time I don't eat. That other 1% i eat maybe a spoon/fork full. Today though I decided I didn't want to eat. Or at least not right now. Because I just didn't feel right. So instead of walking towards the dining hall I turned to go to my room hoping I would be able to get there in peace. But as always it didn't and almost everyone found out.

"Hey look at the fat freak. Where do you thing you're going?" Zoe asked. She was one of the ones I didn't really fear because I was at least stronger than her.

"I'm going to my room bitch. Now move" I said harsher than I should've.

"Excuse me what did you say?" She was getting angry and that could turn out really really bad.

But this time I really wasn't in the mood for shit so I stood up for myself. " I said I'm going to my room bitch. Now move"

She really didn't like that so she decided to shove me. Which wasn't a good idea. Because when I'm in a bad mood I will be extremly violent. So i punched her right in the face. She stumbled a little then fell. She was now on the floor unconsious. I had felt proud for myself. But I decided that I should leave before I do something else that will get me in trouble.

So I decided to start walking up the stairs. I had to walk up three flights of them to get to my bedroom. Yes three. That's ho big we need it. But this morning I fell asleep in the 'living room'. So it was easier for me to get to the front hall on time.

As I reached the top of the stairs I fell. Just great I fell. Again. I do this just about every time. I just get so engrossed by my thoughts that I don't realize that i'm there.

I walked into my plain room. I had got a fairly big room. But it wasn't the biggest but it wasn't the smallest. It came with it's own bathroom so I was pleased. In my room I had a bed and a closet. Nothing fancy but for now it's home. just for about another 3 days. Then I will be out of here. Or I hope I will be. It will be hard though because someone is always checking in on us. No matter what time it is.

When I was in my room and had snapped out of my dazzing off stage I realized that there were two skanky ass bitches in my room great...

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So that was chapter one. Hope ya liked it. Chapter 2 will be up probably tomorrow. But Kacie will write most of it as I have to work...

Peace out!

~Jasmine