Hard times(One direction fan fic)HOLD

Hard times(One direction fan fic)

Prologue

I went up to my room and shut the door. Secluding myself my rest of my family. My mom and dad were arguing again. They argue almost every night now. Why did I have to live in a house like this? Where my parents are crazy idiots and can't never just talk to each other.

I jump on my bed and grab the knife next to my bed and slowly apply presser to my thigh. Getting into my skin was even more difficult then other times. Considering that the existing cuts had scared up and made my skin really tough so I couldn't cut my thigh any more.

I applied more presser and finally I saw blood. I took the knife and slid it across my thigh making a small cut. Blood oozed out of the cut even more then the other times.

I got up and walked to the door. I don't want to go out there. There yelling still, yelling about me and my problems.

I open the door and run to the bathroom. Keeping my eyes from catching mom and dads gaze. Mom looks up at me and says something but I keep running. I don't want to talk to them.

I get to the bathroom and shut the door. I open the cabinet door and remerge around searching for the band aids and some pills I can take to get away. Hopefully forever.

I find the band aids and get out one. I get the alcohol out and clean the wound. I place the band aid on it and apply a little presser to stop the bleeding.

I go back to the cabinet door and keep remerging around. I find a little secret door in the back of the cabinet. It's locked. I search some more and find the key.

Why is there a secret door in here? What's in the secret place? What will I find in here?

I unlock the door and find three bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey. I open one bottle and take a quick swig. It taste pretty good. I take another swig and another.

I grab all three bottles and stuff them into my pants. Hopefully no one will notice.

I open the door and walk back to my room. Staring at the ground when I pass mom and dad still arguing.

"Angel, what do you have in your pants?"

"Nothing, father."

"Okay."

I hurry back to room after he says that. If he nows that I have the bottles then I'm basically dead. They are probably his anyway or are they moms.

Mom has been going into the bathroom pretty often now and not coming out for 10 to 15 minutes. I wander if the bottle are hers.

But mom finished rehab three years ago and she's doing really good. She stopped with the drugs, alcohol, and the almost hundred other things she was doing.

I got the bottles out and lay back on the bed. I opened the bottle I started with and chugged it done. I opened my eyes and the world was spinning. I opened the next one and chugged it done not taking anytime to slowly drink it. I grabbed the third one opened it, put it in my mouth and started chugging when my mom opened the door...

"What are you doing?"

Her voice seemed full of anger, sadness, and displeasure. Her blue eyes were completely dark as if dead and done with.

"What's ya talking bout? I ain't doing any thing."

I couldn't say anything with out slurring and spinning around. The world was spinning right in front of me. There was three of my moms. Each one looked the same. What was going on?

"Your drunk!"

"Na, just happy."

"No your drunk! Your only 15 and your already drinking!"

"Technically I'm 16 next week."

"So what your not 21 yet! Give those bottles!"

"NO! There mine!"

"Give me them!"

I wasn't able to finish my argument before I fell a sleep on my bed. I was out.