Abused

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Waking up the next morning, I felt a pain in my lower back. I moved my hand down to rub the sore bone. I whined in pain quietly, moving my eyes up to look at the time. The time was 5:15 A.M. I only have thirty minutes. Sighing, I stood up only to fall to my knees. Why does he do this to me? Why does God hate me so much that he would put me in this type of home?

I slowly stood back up, limping to my dresser. I pulled out some old, ripped up, skinny jeans and a red jumper. I pulled the jeans on, wishing I owned sweatpants for days like this one. I limped into the bathroom, setting my sweater on the counter. Slowly, I sat on my knees and opened the cabinet that was closest to the floor. Digging through the small, cramped area for a minute or two, I found my razor. I lifted my long-sleeve from yesterday over my head, throwing it on the floor.

I stood up and gripped the counter for support. I leaned over the counter and put my arm above the sink. lifting the sharp object to my wrist. I clenched my eyes shut tightly when pressing the blade into my arm. I felt the blood trickling down my skin, making the tiniest noise when landing in the sink. "I'm so worthless," I whispered to myself, letting out a quiet sob. I brought the razor to my arm once again, splitting the skin on my wrist. I dropped the razor in the sink and let the small object make a 'cling' sound.

I stood up straight, still allowing tears to freely fall down my face, and the blood to make a red river down my arm. I turned the sink on, rinsing the blood from off my arm and the sink, wincing a bit when the cool water hit my fresh cuts. When the bleeding slowed a bit, I covered the cuts with ban-aids and pulled my jumper over my head. I washed my hair real quick then fixed it into the normal style, brushed my teeth, then limped back into my room.

I grabbed my phone and threw the small device into my bag. I zipped my school bag up and tossed the heavy object over my shoulder. I started slowly walking down the stairs, trying to get used to the pain so Louis or the boys wouldn't ask me what's wrong. I walked through the kitchen, seeing my mother cooking breakfast. She had toast on the table in a pile for anyone to grab. Reaching over, I grabbed a piece of toast so I wouldn't get yelled at and headed towards the door, taking a small bite.

Just as I was about to open the door, Greg slammed a hand in front of me. I yelped, jumping back and clenching my eyes shut in pain. "Stop being a wimp," Greg started in. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore him. "What are you doing?" He asked, pointing a finger at my toast. I looked at the bread with a confused face and looked back to him. "Eating breakfast?" I said, unsure of if I should answer him. "Yeah, I see that. You're already fat enough, Niall. You don't even need that bread." Greg said harshly. I felt a pain in my chest and just dropped the toast to the floor. Greg smirked, giving me a satisfied look and opened the door to let me out.

I looked down and frowned deeply. His words hurt so bad. I headed out the door, limping just a bit, just enough to not be noticeable. I headed down the road, wishing someone cared, wishing I had someone I could trust, someone I could talk to. All I can ever do is wish.

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I walked into the cafeteria, spotting Louis with Harry, Zayn, and Liam. I looked around, wishing I could maybe make a new friend. I really didn't want to see Harry, Zayn, nor Liam. Well, Liam isn't that bad. I mean, the boy never talks. I sighed and headed over. I walked up behind Louis and pulled on his white and black stripped t-shirt sleeve. Louis turned around, smiling brightly at me. "Hey!" He said with pure happiness in his high pitched voice. "Hi Louis." I said in a quiet voice.

I looked up at Liam. I took a step behind Louis as the taller lad looked at me. He wasn't giving me a dirty or mean look. Liam was just looking at me with a small smile plastered on his lips. "Hi," Liam said in a small, not too quiet voice. I gave a tiny wave, gripping onto Louis' shirt. "You're always so quiet." He smiled at me. "Y--yeah, I don't like talking a lot." I stated. Liam smiled and took a step closer to me. Just as Liam was reaching out to do whatever he was going to do, the bell rang.

I sighed, thankful for school starting for once. I gripped my bag strap and ran off to advisory. I turned my head a little, seeing Liam's confused face.

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The bell rang for a ten minute break to start. I walked into the lunch room, spotting Louis with the same three boys. I walked up, hoping they wouldn't notice. "Hi, Niall!" Harry yelled, causing the other three to turn their heads towards me. I sheepishly waved back and stood beside Louis, gripping the sides of my jumper. "Hey, you ran off this morning! Why?" Zayn pouted, poking my arm lightly. "Oh, erm, I had to ask a teacher for help on work." I lied.

I looked up at Liam and instantly took a step behind Louis. "Niall," Louis complained and took a step away, revealing me. "Look, I know you don't like. . .people, but the boys wont hurt you. Zayn looks like a badass, really, he's a bloody wimp." Louis said, looking me in the eyes. "Oi!" Zayn yelled out. Louis rolled his eyes and continued, "Harry seems like a fuck boy, but he's really an angel who's sweat and wouldn't hurt a fly." Harry wrapped an arm around Louis' shoulder, laying his head on his head on Louis' closest shoulder. "You're a sweat angel, too, Lou." Harry said, smiling.

Louis raised an eye brow at me as I looked up to Liam. He looked down at me with a smile. "Yes, Niall, I know Liam's tall and scary," he started out sarcastically, "but he's a teddy bear. Liam wouldn't hurt you. Not even mentally, much less, physically." I nodded and wrapped my arms tighter around myself. I looked to the floor, shaking slightly. "Louis' right, Niall. We're not going to hurt you." Harry smiled. They must think I'm a twat. Why am I scared of everyone?

Louis looked to Harry, smiling at the brown haired lad. Why doesn't he just ask him out already? He makes it obvious that he likes him. "Let's sit down." Zayn said. Everyone nodded in agreement and headed to sit at a table. We sat down at a table in the corner. Liam, Zayn and Harry sat on one side whilst Louis and I sat on the other, leaving only a little space between each person.

I pulled out my IPhone and logged onto Twitter. I was reading a tweet from Michael Clifford when someone poked my arm. I looked up, seeing Harry. "Hey, we're all hanging out after school, wanna join?" He asked, winking at me in a joking way. I shrugged, feeling awkward. I know he's only inviting me because he thought I heard him invite Louis, but it beats going home after school. "So. . .yes or no?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, thanks." I mumbled as I nodded my head.

The bell rang and we all got up, grabbing our bags. I headed to art class with Louis. As I was trying to walk by everyone before I had a panic attack from being claustrophobic, someone grabbed my arm lightly. I let out a small yelp as someone rubbed my arm a little. "Sorry, did that hurt you?" I looked up, seeing Liam's brown orbs looking at me."N--no." I squeaked out, my voice cracking. "Alright, well, I wanted to see if you were okay. I mean, you're always shaking around me and the boys, well, other than Louis. But, you're fine, right?" He asked, showing a little concern. Ha! Concern? Yeah, right, Niall, I thought, Nobody cares about you! "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I said quickly, running off to art.

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