Nialls POV
My dream started off as a dream, but turned into a nightmare.
It started off as me driving to school when I saw Harry Styles at a Starbucks. I started to panic because I knew I would gave to stop because of a stop sign and I didn't want Harry to see me. If Harry saw me he would probably kick in my headlights. I tried ignoring Harry by putting on my hoodie and sunglasses. It seemed to be working, then Harry spotted me. Instead of flipping me off or making a rude remark, he smiled and waved at me. I looked around to make sure he was looking at me and not some slut from school, but no. Harry Styles, my bully for about 5 years was being friendly towards me. I would be lucky if he just said one rude comment, but he was being....nice towards me. I never thought I would be able to say that.
Feeling so much better about myself, I drove to school with a huge smile on my face. I felt like nothing could stop me. I turned on my iPod and played On Top Of The World by Imagine Dragons. I felt like I just won the lottery. I parked my car on school campus and walked into the building.
When I got to my locker, I saw a crowded group around my locker. I heard laughing. Confused, I walked to the group of people to the front so I could see what was going on. When I got to the front, I was greeted by, none other than, Zayn Malik, another one of my bullies.
"Aw, is our little Nialler suicidal," Zayn taunted.
What I saw in front of me was a shoe box. Not any shoe box, but his 'Suicide Shoe box' or S.S. In that shoe box, I had blades, pills, a gun with bullets, and suicide notes. Yes, I do cut, because of all the shit I go through, but I keep this box at school because my parents are nosy and I don't want them to find this. I have one blade at home, but that's it. The pills and gun are for when I want to just end it all. I also have written some notes ahead of time.
Then, Harry comes up behind me and throws me in my locker. I'm shocked at first, because Harry was being so nice to me this morning, now he is treating me like a bag of shit. Then, I'm hurt, because Harry has hurt me. Then, I'm disappointed in myself because I let myself trust that bitch.
They start talking to the group. I soon realize they aren't just talking. They are reading something. They are reading my suicide notes. They are reading the one I have written to my best friend, Ed Sheeran. Ed is my best friend because he has been my friend before this. I had a lot of friends before Harry and Zayn came along, but they left. Ed was the only one who stayed. Ed held me whenever I would brake, he would help me through the bad, he made me feel joy. I wasn't in love with him, but I do love him as a brother.
"Dear Ed,
I owe a lot to you, Ed. You have protected me from them. You have made me feel joy. You have kept me alive for a long time now, but. I must go. I can't take this anymore. I will always remember you Ed for protecting me from them, but your protection wasn't enough. This is a war between us and them and they have won. I want to be happy again, before any of this happened. This is the only way. I love you Ed. You have done so much for me." Zayn read.
"What a faggot," Harry snickered.
Harry's snickers slowly started fading and I woke up with a start. I was covered in sweat and tears.I looked at my clock and it said 4:32 am, Monday. Great. Another day.
I try to stay positive. I focus on the good in life. But I'm slowly breaking. My dreams used to be my only escape. I used to dream about good things. Having friends, a relationship with Harry, an awesome job, but now. It's becoming harder and harder to stay positive when your living in a toxic environment.
