The Struggle (One direction)

Chapter 1

Kayla's P.O.V

I woke up with sweat dripping down my back. The nightmares, they came back. Ever since my car accident last year I can't stop having nightmares about it. The flashing lights of the oncoming car awaking me each time. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and pulled myself out of bed.

I changed into a pair of track pants and a baggy t-shirt. I raked my hands through my hair untangling it slightly. I pulled it into a pony tail and grabbed my phone. I tiptoed downstairs making sure I didn't wake my family.

I slid out the front door and walked towards the rotting shed, retrieving my bike. I got on it and started to ride down the dirt path that led to the one place that I was able to get away from my thoughts. The forest.

When I arrived at the forest I placed my bike against a tree. I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I began to walk through the forest. After tripping over two logs and getting several scratches across my face I arrived at my fort.

It was a cute little shack I had made out of stuff I had found in the forest. It had a little pond in front of it that contained fish like bass and sunfish. There was a little dock set up in the water that had a wooden chair and table on top of it.

I walked into my fort and grabbed my old sketchbook and pencil that were laying on one of the miniature shelves I had built. I walked back towards the dock.

I boarded the dock and sat down in the chair as I began to draw. My mind cleared and I felt at peace. For now at least. I know that as soon as i leave the forest my head will instantly be swimming with the thoughts from before. I sighed and set my notebook down on the miniature wood table in front of me.

I pulled myself out of the chair and walked over to my fort. I opened the wooden makeshift door i had made and slid into the tiny space surrounded by logs. I grabbed a black sharpie off of the same shelf i had gotten my notebook from. I pulled off the cap as it made a 'pop' sound. I could smell the marker as soon as i took the cap off. I crinkled my nose in disgust and began to write over the wooden walls.

"Just because you cry doesn't mean your weak, it just means you've been strong for too long.." I wrote across the wood. I looked to the right of the fresh print and i saw two of my other favourite quotes. "No matter what you do in life people will always have something negative to say." One read and the other read "don't wait for the storm to pass learn to dance in the rain." I read each aloud as i ran my hands across the writing. My hand dropped back to my side as i looked around the small space. All four walls were covered in the black writing. They were all different quotes i had liked and related to at one point in my life. I smiled to myself and placed the sharpie back on the shelf.

I glanced at my watch to check the time. A green 7:20 glowed back at me. I sighed and walked out of the fort making my way through the thick bush back to my bike. This time i didn't trip on anything. The sun was shining bright now. This morning when i had come out here it had been a beautiful orange. I smiled and continued walking through the forest.

I finally reached the clearing and instantly spotted my bright green bike. I walked towards it and picked it up. I hopped on and began to ride back down the dirt path i had taken here. The dust flew up the back of my tire as i raced back home. I reached my driveway and dropped it in the gravel running towards the front door. I burst through the front door as the smell of bacon instantly filled my nostrils.

"Hey sweetie your just in time for breakfast." My mom smiled at me. "Ok thanks." I mumbled as i grabbed a plate from the cupboard and piled it high with bacon. I filled a glass with water and walked into the dining room where the rest of my family had already been seated. I sat alone on the left side of the table. My mom and little sister Gracie sat across from me on the other side of the table. And of course my dad sat at the head of the table. I dropped into my seat and began shoving my face full of bacon.