My old friend (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 1

CAUTION- Trigger warning!! If you think reading about anorexia, abuse or violence will trigger anything then don't read pls :)

Chapter 1

Emma Bishops

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My alarm clock beeped loudly, and I groaned before turning it off, realising I had to get up and go to school. I hated school, but not because of the lessons or the teachers. I was bullied by nearly everyone in my year and the people who didn't bully me just ignored me.

I sighed before getting out of bed and changing into my school uniform, which consisted of an ugly grey skirt, a white polo shirt and a green jumper. Everyone in my school hated my uniform, and so did I.

After quickly brushing my wavy brown hair I rushed downstairs, hoping to leave the house and avoid my Uncle. It worked yesterday, I was lucky. Today I wasn't so lucky. He was waiting by the front door for me, grinning.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs he spoke,

"Where are you going?" He asked menacingly.

"To school." I said quietly.

"Well GET OUT THEN!" He shouted and slapped me in the face causing me to stumble before pushing me out of the door. No breakfast for me.

To block out the names that people called me and the insults that people hurled at me, I liked to pretend I was talking to someone, and telling him or her about myself. It helped remind me of what was real and what wasn't.

I did this as I walked to school:

Hello, my name is Emma Bishops. I am seventeen years old, but I turn eighteen tomorrow. As soon as I am eighteen I am going to leave. I'll leave my Uncle, my school, everything.

My favourite animal is a wolf, and my favourite colour is blue (which is also the colour of my eyes.)

I have no parents. They were murdered in front of my eyes when some people broke into our house in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. They were trying to protect me, and I was only twelve.

I have no friends now, and I've only ever had one before. His name was Harry Styles and we were inseparable.

We met in a playground at a park near both of our houses when we were four and we were best friends after that. Well, that was until he had to leave. The thing that broke my heart was that he never even tried to contact me in any way. I wrote to him, emailed him and called him on my mothers phone almost every night for a year. There was never any answer. I gave up after that. I've heard he's in some boy band now. 'One District' or something. I've never heard any of their music and I don't know anything about them.

After my parents died, I was sent to live with my Uncle, in London, and that's where I am now.

He quite clearly hates me and wants to get rid of me. He has abused me mentally and physically for about six and a half years now.

I love to sing, draw and write, although I can barely ever do these things anymore.

I'm also anorexic, but no one knows and no one cares.

Well, I guess that's it about me.

I finished my talk; if that's what you want to call it, just as I reached the school gates.

I sighed and slowly walked in, desperately trying to ignore the sniggers of people as I walked past them on the way to my locker.

Just as I was about to leave and to go to my next class, Joe, one of the worst bullies, leaned against the locker next to mine.

"Hey Emma" he sneered, spitting out my name like it was poison.

"Leave me alone Joe." I muttered, turning away from him.

"Hey I wasn't done with you!" He exclaimed, grabbing my shoulder and making me look at him.

"You're just a worthless piece of dirt!" He sneered before slapping me across the same cheek that my Uncle slapped me. I bit my lip and tears stung my eyes as he laughed, but I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of making me cry.

The bell rang for class and everyone cleared out if the hallway, leaving me with Joe and another one of the bullies, Hugo.

"Go away!" I shouted, having a sudden burst of courage. That was a big mistake.

Suddenly both of them were attacking me. One of them yanked my hair roughly while the other kneed me in the stomach, hard.

All the air came rushing out of me and I fell to the floor gasping.

They laughed and one kicked me in the face. I yelled out in pain and they both started to kick my side repeatedly, slamming me against the lockers.

Searing pain coursed through my body.

After one last kick to the ribs, they both laughed and ran off leaving me battered and bleeding on the floor.

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A/N

Hey guys this is my first story on here so I'm really sorry if its bad.

Also sorry I know it's a bit depressing but I couldn't think of what else to write!!
Hope you enjoy the rest of the story :)