Broken.

1.

*beep beep beep*

I groan and roll over to hit the snooze button on my alarm. Today is the last day I get to sleep in. I am leaving in two days. I decided on Manchester because of the music engineering program.

When I got accepted my mum cried saying I was growing up now. However my dad just told me he was glad that there was the slim chance of me making something of myself. I wanna go off to uni and grow up and live the college life, but I'm going to miss my mum, probably not my dad so much though.

My brother Greg already moved out a couple of years ago. He's got a pretty serious girlfriend now, where as me, girls don't want to come near me with an eight foot pole. Maybe at uni that'll change.

I get out of bed and walk downstairs to get some food. I smell bacon and walk faster down the stairs. I arrive downstairs to find that my mum has bacon, eggs, pancakes, and toast set out on the table. My stomach is grumbling signaling that it was time to feed it.

I walk over to the food and load my plate sky high. Today my mum and I are going to finish up the college shopping, clothes, bedding, anything we forgot. We have packed most of my room up, so all we have to do is pack the new stuff we get today. My dad has to work today, like everyday since I can remember, but he hates shopping so he didn't mind and honestly I'm glad he isn't going to be with us.

I finish my breakfast, and walk to the the sink to rinse my dishes. I think I better shower so I trudge up the stairs. I shower, brush my teeth, get ready, the usual. I walk back down stairs to see my mum in the living room watching the news. She sees me and turns off the telly and grabs her purse. We head out the front door to our green jeep. I hop in the passenger seat and we head for Kohls, for the remainder of the supplies I need.

As we walk in I head straight for the men's department and looked for red polos, I love red polos. There were some hot girls that were looking at me like I was a freak. Honestly I feel like I am, to most people my life seems all cheery and happy but it is nothing of the sort. I used to cut and sometimes when I'm upset I'll cut. I wear bracelets to cover up the scars. I suppose my mum thinks it is some sort of trend, and like you have probably already noticed, my dad doesn't pay much attention to what I do.

Once I had gotten a few more outfits I head for the bedding section. I picked out black sheets and a red duvet. My mum needed to use the restroom so I just walk around the men's clothing department while I wait on her. I hear them before I actually see them. I was out of school and they still bullied me.

They used to beat me up behind the bleachers. I couldn't really fight back because I was small, I'm still small. They see me as they come around the corner. Trent and Alex, they have picked on me since year five. They laugh at what I have in my cart. Of course they aren't going to college, they said it was for losers.

They push me into the clothes rack, laugh and keep walking, I just ignore them. I don't want to make it worse for myself. My mum finally gets back and we head for the check outs. We have to stop by the grocery store for milk and bread.

We finally get home and I help my mum get dinner ready then plop on the couch to watch the game until dinner. My mum and I eat in silence, I help her with the dishes then head upstairs to go to bed.

My dad doesn't get home until late and I don't want to be there when he gets back. I'm almost asleep when I hear the door slam, and my dad walk in drunkenly breaking a vase in the process.

"I can't wait to get out of here." I think right before I fall asleep.

*Authors note- I have nothing against Niall's dad this is a completely fictional story. The way Niall's dad treats and acts in this story is merely part of the story.