Midnight Memories

    I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. I feel groggy, but I pick my phone up and look at my screen. It’s a tweet from the one and only Niall Horan (A.K.A. perfection). We’re gonna be married someday, he just doesn’t know it yet. Anyway, I unlock my phone to fully read the tweet. It’s about some contest called “Day with 1D”. I press my fingertip over the link to the contest so it opens up on safari.

        A website comes up on my screen with a picture of One Direction sprawling across it. I anxiously read the webpage with the directions for the contest on it. It says I have to write an essay about what One Direction means to me. Well that’s an easy one! They mean everything to me. They saved my life.

*Flashback*

       I came home from school, another terrible day I have been bullied since freshman year everyday for my weight. I don’t understand why. I am not huge, I just have a belly. It’s not big, but it’s there. But today is the day I am going to end my misery. I am actually going to do it. I went in my bathroom, turned on my radio, and started the water to fill the bathtub. I went into my medicine cabinet and searched for my depression pills. I set them on the edge of the tub. I stripped down and got in. I poured about twenty pills into my hand and closed my eye. I said a prayer and asked god for a sign. As I was lifting the pills to my mouth, “What Makes You Beautiful” came on the radio. I stopped in my tracks and thought about how much they mean to me.

   “Is this really worth it?” I whisper to myself.

        I thought everything over, thinking about how good I felt when  I even thought about One Direction. I lowered my hand from my mouth and dropped the pills into the steaming hot water which I was sitting in. I sighed and slumped down so my shoulders were completely submerged in the scolding water. I sat there and thought about everyone that would miss me. Like my family and my friends. And if I killed myself, I wouldn’t have any chance of marring Niall. I sat in the bathtub for about an hour, just thinking.

      *End of flashback.*

         I began to tear up as I thought about my rocky past. I snapped myself back into reality, and hopped out of bed. I ran over to my desk and opened up my laptop. I went straight to the website and began to write my essay. I sat there for about twenty minutes, trying to clear my mind and calm myself down. I want to be unique in this essay. I don’t want to sound like an obsessed twelve year old. I want to sound mature. So I decided to tell them my story. It went along the lines of when my parents got divorced, and when I started to get bullied, and I told them about when I started to get depressed. I eventually went on to tell them about the day when I almost killed myself, and how they kept me here.

       I finished up the essay by saying “I know it is a one and a million chance that I win this, but if I do, it would me the absolute world to me. And it would show me that I lived for a reason. Thank you!”

      As I closed my laptop, I heard my mom yell for me.

    “Tara! It is getting late! You have to get ready for work!”

   I looked at the clock. It read 11:34. “Shit!” I whispered to myself. “My shift starts at Noon!”

    I quickly ran to my bathroom to get ready. When I was ready, I hopped into my car and drove to Starbucks. On my car ride, I was hoping, wishing, and praying that I would win. I just have to wait and see.

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A/N 

Hey guys! This is our first story so be kind! My friend and I are both writing this story together! i am Maria and she is Taylor! we will let you know in each update who is writing the chapter! If we get 5 reads by December 5th we will update! we will try and update once a week! Okay! Thanks for reading!  ~Maria xx