Why Is Life So Hard? (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Hi my name is Autum Quianna Day's Harmon and I'm writing this story to be my second book and I want you to know that ill be using my real name in this.... The picture I used for the cover is actually me...

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Autum's POV:

* dream*

Where was I? I was standing in the middle of a beautiful flower field and the sun was gone... It was night time, but where ever I was sure was nice and calm. I never thought that I would actually be able to see days like this to be so smooth and breathtaking just by one glance of looking at it... Wow I must have been exaggerating a little when all of a sudden everything went black and the sky turned into a stormy cloudy day when all of a sudden I look down at myself and I'm wearing some old ragged clothes and I'm holding a mop and a duster in the other... what's going on? Then I looked back up to see my mum siting there laughing at me and telling me I better get to work before HE comes home. I knew exactly what she meant by HE... I didn't want him to come home... He was the one that always beat on us and had fun at it when mum would sit there and laugh at us while her own children would have their own blood drained from their bodies because she refused to do anything about it.

* End of dream*

I woke up laying in my bed and I was silently crying as I looked around and I was alone, but I couldn't sleep anymore... I was breathing hard as I went to the restroom and washed my face... I came back and looked at the clock. Great it's 4:30 in the morning and I had hardly an hour to sleep...

I decided to take me another shower and as I did so I stood there I. The shower crying my eyes out as I raised my arm and looked at the scar on the side of my ribs... I remember how I got that...

*flashback*

I was only 6 when I looked up at this man choking and repeatedly punching my brother in the face and I ran to get mum but she only laughed in my face and told me to keep quiet if I didn't want to get my arse whooped either... So I silently walked into the kitchen and pulled a knife out of the drawer and slowly walked back to the living room and took a run-a-ago at this strange man beating my brother and I took the knife and stabbed him in the leg with it.... I watched as he cried out in pain but as soon as I turned to run he grabbed me and took the knife from me and stabbed me in the side of the ribs with it and slid it down across my chest. All I felt was numbness and I couldn't even hear myself scream as everything started to go black...

*end of flashback*

It was still kind of sore when I touched it now even though that was a long time ago... The memory was still fresh as I closed my eyes and tried to stop the flow of tears coming from my eyes.