Niall Imagines

Hurting

Niall's POV

Dear Journal,
I got up this morning thinking it was going to be a horrible day once again. My whole week has been terrible. Actually, make it my whole year. I finished my second semester of college, which was the only positive thing that has happened. Should I list off the negatives? On second thought, I'm not going to because I am pretty sure you would stop reading this if I did. Well, I will just say the worst things that happened and leave out the little details.

Where do I start? Oh, right. I got a C in one of my college classes. Okay, okay, a C is not that bad for the average student, but for me that is horrible! I have been an all A student my whole life, except for a few A- and one B I got my tenth grade year in high school. Every year I have been on the honor roll receiving a 3.8 GPA or higher, never a 4.0 though.  Getting a C in this class was devastating for me, especially in a class that counts.

However, I can live with that.

Moving on... My twin sister moved away from home this year. Natasha and I have always been very close, we are twins of course. I decided to go to a college about 45 minutes away from my old home so I can stay close, but yet far enough where I can live in an apartment just off campus. Natasha was the rebel of us two. I got the smarts for school and she got the smarts for sneaking out late at night without my parents noticing. She has always been adventurous and she has been excited to move away, but she's my other half. Without my sister, a part of me is missing.

Going off of people leaving, I feel like I've lost all of my friends. I may be exaggerating a little bit, but it's true, we aren't as close anymore. I have been so absorbed in school that I never have time to go out, party, and live a typical college kid's life with them. But that's not the only thing that made us drift apart. There's a girl.

This girl, Audrey, lives across the hall from me in our apartment complex. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Her gorgeous long brown hair, dimples resting on each cheek, freckles scattered across her face, and her perfect hazel eyes glistening in the light. She is pure beauty, but I am so not her type. She would never fall for a guy like me.
Everything about her is perfect, including that small scar at the top of her forehead; the scar left by him...

What I am wondering is how a girl so beautiful, and so flawless fell for a guy so horrible and abusive as Jason. Audrey is in an abusive relationship, but for some reason she refuses to leave. She told me one time that she is in love with him and that's why she doesn't want to leave, but I know that is not the whole truth.

She loves him, but she is afraid. Afraid to leave. Afraid that one day he will find her again and hurt her more than she has ever been hurt. That cruel monster is controlling her life. He leaves bruises on her wrists. Black, blue, and purple marks cover her body. Not many people see them because she has learned to cover them up or they will start to ask questions, which just makes everything worse.

I have talked to her many times, all of which were very short but amazing. She has a stunning smile and an astonishing sense of humor for someone who could be so broken and have shed so many tears. Audrey has made me smile more than she can ever imagine, which makes me want to help her even more. I have spent so much time helping her, trying to make her life better, but it only resulted in me losing the only other people I had left. Yet, for some reason, I don't regret it one bit.

Almost every day, I hear yelling coming from either the hallway outside my apartment or from her closed door across the hall. Only every once in a while do I hear a sharp and painful slap, which I know for sure will leave a mark. I have only dreamt of going over there and teaching the guy how to truly treat a lady before giving him a lesson about how to really hit someone. I am not that guy though. I do not usually result in violence but when it comes to him the thought has crossed my mind more times than I can count.