•Dear Diary• Liam Payne FanFic

Dear diary •Chapter 3•

Dear diary,
It's been a week since I got to London and I haven't left my bed. My uncle has tried to get me to at least eat but I don't even want to think about food let alone taste it. I mean how are you suppose to move on from something like this? Do you just one day wash it all off and feel okay? Because if so id like to skip to that part. I can hear the birds chirping and my uncle telling the kids to get ready for school. I can hear their feet pitter pater as they run to the bathroom. I can hear it but I still feel numb. I can hear my aunt Clodagh singing in the background as she made breakfast, and before I knew it, I could see it too. I stood in the kitchen in a sweater and some old sleep shorts that smelt like a dirty gym room. It's probably from the night sweats from the nightmares. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the island not saying anything but simply sipping my coffee every couple seconds. "Sam.. My job is looking for someone to come in and just help out around the place. Just to be there when we need someone.. It pays 10 dollars a hour.." Uncle Paul says softly like if he spoke normal I would shatter. I nod softly "sounds nice.." I whisper into the mug. He smiled kindly and kissed my head "well the job is yours if you want it.. You'll start tomorrow.." He smiled and I just nod. I couldn't find words or the voice to speak.. It was just heart breaking to hear my own voice. I watch my uncle head up the stairs and that's when I let it sink in. What have I got myself into diary
-S.B.J