Face Your Luck (1DFF) *book 2*

hit the bottom.

In the next few days I cheered up a bit. Having Max there kind of have me a boost and he helped me decorate which was a bonus. but all good things have to come to an end. and Max was going home today.
Well he'd already left and now I was wandering around my apartment aimlessly. I didn't know what to do wit myself.
I decided to get some air so I grabbed a bag of crisps and went outside to the balcony. To get a better view, I sat on top of the table. Probably very dangerous, but in this moment in time, I didn't care that much.
I sat and thunk about all the events of the last few months.
Being hit in the face with a brick. Having a concussion. Falling off stage and hitting my head. Falling into a coma. Waking up from a coma. breaking up with Niall.
Out of all that, the last one was the worst.
That one hurt the most.
I finished my tube of Pringles so I threw the tube down beside me and held onto the railing of the balcony and looked down. I lived in the penthouse so I was the top floor of a fifty floor apartment block. I'd probably die if I 'fell' over the railing.
I started to think some more.
Did people really hate me that much? That they would throw a brick at me and potentially kill me? Did Niall's friends really not like me? Did Cher not like me enough? She probably thought I was annoying? Max only came here because he was asked? Did Niall really love me?
All these thoughts swirled around in m head and started to give me a headache. I peered over the side. If I 'fell', people would think it was an accident. I gripped onto the rails and looked over further. I sat up on my knees, so the whole top of my body was hanging over a 100ft drop.
And all I was thinking about was, would it hurt when I hit the bottom?