Save me? (Niall)

Chapter 1

*Dianas POV*

"DIANA YOU PIECE OF SHIT GET DOWN HERE!" I hear my mom scream

I quickly run down Stairs knowing that if I take to long she'll beat me.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" She demands staring me down.

I was walking home from school when my bullies from school chased me into an alley. They kicked me and punched me.

I was to weak to get up so I spent the night on the floor.

"No where mother." I lied

"You whore you were with your boyfriends Wernt you!! Slut!" She yells at me then slaps me hard across the face.

Tears pricked my eyes.

It burned. I held myself together.

"What are you still doing here get out!!!!" My mother screams

I run to my room and throw myself onto my bed.

What did I do to deserve this?

All my mom does is drink and does drugs.

My life is a living hell.

I silently cried and noticed it was 7:45 and I was going to be late for school.

I run to the closet and pull on some regular skinny jeans and some random t-shirt.

I slip on my black hoodie.

I grab my converse an tie them up.

I quickly cover up the bruises I had on my face with make up.

I saw where my mom slapped me, there was a dark purple bruise already showing up.

I tryed my best to cover it.

I brushed my hair and grabbed my book bag.

I ran outside.

My skateboard was on the porch so I grabbed it and road off to school.

~10 minuets later

I made it to school before the tardy bell rang.

I stuffed all the books I didn't need into my locker and started to head off to first period art.

On my way there someone shoved me against the locker.

I fell making. All my map pencils go everywhere.

I look up to see who it was.

Of coarse it was the one and only Adrian.

He kicked me in my stomach.

I curled up in pain. I didn't dare cry it would give him what he wanted.

"Meet after school behind the dumpsters slut!" With that he walks away.

I pick up all my stuff and walk slowly to class.

My stomach was in such pain.

I finally made it to class.

Of coarse I was late.

I sat down getting dirty looks from everybody.

Even the teacher.

No one liked me. The teachers did nothing to help!

We started to sketch.

I decided to draw a portrait of my favorite person.

Niall Horan