Cyberbullied

Chapter 3

Niall's P.O.V


I stood in the shower, staring at my wrists, brushing my thumb over the scars. I winced and hissed as the water came in contact with them. The burning slowly faded as for I had the urge to stop showering and cut.


"Don't be ridiculous." I told myself. I had cut yesterday. Does it matter if I cut yesterday? I shook my head and tried to enjoy the rest of my shower.


After my shower, I changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped my bracelets onto my wrists and walked out of the bathroom. Exiting my bedroom, the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. I walked into the kitchen where everyone was sitting and eating.


"Niall's up!"


"Finally!"


I kept quiet and opened the fridge, pulling out a water bottle.


"Hey, Niall! We made you your favorite breakfast!" Liam smiled at me as I took a sip from the water bottle. I walked over to the plate and picked up a piece of bacon. I'll eat one just for them. After I ate it, they all watched me.


"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.


"That's it? Only one piece of bacon?" Harry looked at me in confusion.


"I'm still tired. I guess I'm not that hungry." I shrugged.


"I could've sworn he said that yesterday," Louis said, looking at the lads. They all nodded before glancing at me.


"I'm fine," I rolled my eyes while walking over to the front door. "I'm going for a walk." I called out.


"You'll get mobbed!" Zayn yelled.


"You don't have to worry about that." I whispered, opening the door and walking out. I walked down the sidewalk, barely observing my surroundings. It was misty and dreary out; It made me feel worse. I looked up and noticed a big group of kids walking down the sidewalk. I could tell they were still in high school.


They were all laughing as they were about to pass me. "Hey! It's the freak from that gay band!" One of the boys called out.


"Shut up, John! They aren't gay!" I watched the blonde girl slap the boys arm. I turned away once I heard the brunette girl whisper, "Well he is."


"I'm such a big fan of you guys! Can I get a picture?" Some other girl shrieked. I turned around, my heart beat quickened as I gave her an old smile I haven't used in while. I walked over to them, ecstatic that someone at least wanted a picture with me. They all suddenly started to laugh, which made me confused. "You actually thought I'd take a picture with you? I'd rather take a picture with my dead cat than get a picture with the ugly blonde from One Direction!" She cracked up, along with her friends.


My smile faded as my heart soon went back to the empty cold feeling it's always had ever since I was born. I turned away from them and quickly walked down the sidewalk. I crossed the street, not looking both ways since my mind was far elsewhere. I heard a loud honk, which made me immediately panic. I quickly ran away, escaping the huge red truck speeding down the road.


Why didn't I let him hit me? I could have just ended it right then and there. I looked across the street to see if the group was still there; they were. Yet, they were laughing and pointing at me. I shook my head and walked further down the sidewalk.


A tear escaped my eye as I stared at the sidewalk ahead of me. The more I thought about being a celebrity, the more I hated it. It's not fun when I constantly remind myself of the hate. I pulled out my phone and sat down on a nearby bench. Scrolling through Twitter, I frustratingly ran a hand through my hair.


@TeamZiam: @NiallOfficial is still alive ? Kill urself alreadi !!!


@Harrystagram: stop hating on Harry. Go hate on @NiallOfficial he diserves it


@LarryForever: @NiallOfficial hahaha omg !! No one likes you !


I furiously wiped the tears away, looking up to see if anybody was watching. I spotted a girl walking down the sidewalk, staring at me with her eyebrows furrowed. Oh God. Please pass me, please pass me, please-


"Hey, are you ok?"


I mentally groaned as I merely nodded my head. I stared at my black phone, fiddling with it. I felt her presence sit next to me and I knew she wouldn't be leaving sooner or later.


"You don't look ok. Something bothering you?" She quietly. I simply shrugged, not really in the mood to share my feelings with a girl. "M-My name is Marly by the way."


From the corner of my eye, a small smile formed its way onto her lips. I finally glanced over at her.


"Niall," I whispered.


"Hey, you're from that big boy band, right?" She quickly asked. I sadly nodded, preparing myself for another tease. "That's cool."


I looked over at her and furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't really listen to your music. But, I've heard it before and it's quite catchy." She laughed slightly. Her laugh caused my lips to twitch as I suppressed a smile.


"Thanks," I mumbled, looking back down at my hands.


"Um . . . Well, I have to get going. I hope I can see you around, Niall," She stood up and smiled. I looked up and gave her a nod followed by a small wave. I watched her walk away, a smile making it's way to my lips. She didn't make any rude remarks, and that felt really good. I forgot what it felt like not caring about what people thought.


I'm not a 'Carefree Mofo' like everybody titles me as. I lost that title once the memories came back to haunt me. I never thought such a traumatic childhood memory would have such a huge impact on me once I grew older. I'll never get over it.


It's partially the reason why I am the way I am to this day.