You're My Destiny - discontinued

Chapter 1

It is nearly eleven o'clock and when I get ready to go to bed. Plugging my earphones in, I put it up to full blast. This may seem strange but listening to music has gotten rid of my nightmares. For two years I had to put up with those reoccurring nightmares that would haunt me in my slumber. Because of those nightmares, I was afraid to even sleep. I knew that once I slept, I would have to face another night of sweat, tears, screams and basically hell. One night, around midnight, I was talking to Jenny through Facebook.  I met Jenny on my first day at Waverly High and we instantly clicked. I told her almost everything and three years later we are still best friends.

I wasn’t able to sleep even though I was exhausted, as always, so I would stay up all night distracting myself so I wouldn't accidently snooze off. Jenny linked me a video of ‘’What Makes You Beautiful.’’ It was by a band named One Direction. I had never heard of them before but two minutes into the music video I went out like a light bulb. It is peculiar but from then on, I listened to music before going to bed and throughout the night. Nearly all music had this calming effect on me, but there was something special about this band. All their songs held so much meaning and it soothed me; I could listen to their music all day and trust me, I have done that before. But don't have me mistaken, just because I love their music doesn't  mean I drool over them. I don’t really know how to explain it but I care more about the music an artist’s produces than the artist themselves. I like them purely on their music.

Although when I’m not totally exhausted, I'll always find myself singing or at least lip syncing along to songs. Singing has always been a hobby of mine but no one has ever heard me and I’m too afraid to show anyone, so I'm not sure if I am any good. I use music as a form of expression. When no one is there to listen to me and I have no one to lean on, I use music to let it all out. My mum always used to sing around the house. She sang me to sleep every night and she had the voice of an angel. I guess that’s why music helps me sleep. I miss my mum’s voice. I miss her.

The messages their songs expresses gives me hope that I will find someone who loves me. I miss the feeling to have someone who loves you. The feeling seems so foreign to me now since the only person who ever loved me is now gone forever.

Ever since I started listening to them I promised to myself I would only be with a guy who likes One Direction. I know, stupid right? But I need a guy who will be able to put up with me having their songs on pretty much 24/7. I thought it was impossible to find a guy who liked them and was straight until I met Drew.

Drew is 17, the same age as me, but a couple days older. When I first met him I thought he was a total player, well that’s what my friends said. But as I got to know him I found out that we had so much in common and when I found out he liked One Direction that was it for me. I was really starting to like this guy. He is the first guy I’ve ever liked since my mum passed away, which means a lot.

A high-pitched voice pulled me away from my thoughts.

‘’BETH, JENNY’S ON THE LINE,’’ Linda screeches.

I can’t stand to hear her voice for another millisecond so I quickly pick up the home phone.

‘’Hey Jen, what’s up?’’ I chirp.

‘’Hey Beth, why didn’t you pick up your phone?’’

‘’Shoot sorry, I was listening to music on my iPod and my phone was on silent.’’

That’s what music does to me. It takes me to another world.

‘’Oh okay. Anyway Drew asked me if you wanted to come to the One Direction concert with us?’’ she asks with excitement clear in her voice.

‘’Are you serious? I'd love to go,’’ I squealed while jumping up and down on my tiny bed. I’m not sure what I’m more excited about. Seeing One Direction or seeing Drew?