My names is Niall. Niall Horan. I live with me mum and dad at the moment. I work my arse off in school but I don't get good grades. I work at a Starbucks because I love coffee, and I need the money. Because, in two years I'm going to college, and me mum and dad can't support in that area, so I'm on my own. I'm alone all the time.
It's been 17 days since I last self harmed.
And I need help, because it don't know if I can manage this life anymore.
Me mum and dad are fighting every day, something gets broken every time, either me, me mum or some furniture. I had a hard time growing up, I still have a hard time. But no one knows anything. I haven't found anyone I can talk to, except him, but now that he isn't here anymore... I don't know what to do anymore.
I hope I'll get out of this hell-hole before something else happens. Something I can't handle. It broke me the last time. I'm still not recovered. I do have my scars, not all of them are visible. But nobody has seen them.
Except him.
That one person knew about this. I miss him. It's been 6 months, but I still can't stop thinking about him. He was all I had. Now I have no one. Yet again, I'm alone. I don't know what to do anymore.
I, Niall Horan, am alone in this big, wide world.
