Prologue:
The worst feeling is when you realize that love isn't eternal. You may feel eternal love, but sometimes others don't. All I want is that eternal love again. I want to hear the words 'I love you' whispered into my ear once again. I want to feel love.
Here's a little bit about myself. I am nineteen years old. I don't have any blood-related family that cares about me.
My mom and brother, Josh, died in a car accident. The man who killed her was drunk, and ran into her car. I saw everything. My mom tried to make him not hit me, so she swerved the car, and then he crashed into them. I remained fine, without a scratch, well physically.
My father blamed me for everything. He said it was my fault. He turned to drinking for relief. He abused me mentally and physically. He made me become mute.
When I turned 16, he kicked me out of the house. He left me in the streets, with nothing... And no one....
Then he came. He saved me. My savior, Niall Horan.
He took me home, and gave me a place to stay. Together, we faced many conflicts. My Father constantly tried to get me back, so he could abuse me again.
Then, one day, he finally got me. He took me to an abandoned building so he could rape me. Niall and the others found me, and tried to fight him off.
Unfortunately, Father was able to stab me. I was immediately taken to the hospital, and Father was given the death sentence.
I was broken. I couldn't hold on anymore. I turned to my bad habit of cutting for some sort of relief. It seemed to help me mentally, but not physically. Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Harry all tried to help me in my broken state, but it didn't work.
One night, I became broken beyond repair. I went to my bathroom, and grabbed a bottle of pills. I was about to swallow all of the pills and kill myself, when Niall came in. He made me stop, but did more than that. He admitted his feelings for me. He told me he loved me. And, I told him that I loved him, too. Speaking my first words in two years.
I stopped being mute, but the cutting has never stopped. I still cut even today.
Because my Father raped me, I became pregnant, when I was only 16, but the baby died. I had a miscarriage, so The baby was never born.
Over the years, I developed new enemies. My own grandfather and Uncle kidnapped me. They trapped me in a basement, and I almost starves to death and attempted to kill myself. Niall saved me, and I lived. Later on, my uncle kidnapped Niall, and left me to try and live with the horrible guilt that I let him go. He escaped, and we were together again.
Love is complicated. I have always been in love with Niall, but once found myself confused.
Harry fell in love with me, when Marie dumped him. I had broken up with Niall because he got drunk and dumped me. He didn't mean it, because he was drunk, but I didn't take him back. I stayed broken up.
I eventually fell in love with Harry. We became a secret couple. We would go on dates in the middle of the night, so no one would see us. Eventually, Liam's evil girlfriend, Meredith, caught us. I ran away from them, and lived with a girl named Aislinn for a couple months.
While I was away, i developed my true feelings for Niall. I realized I was in love with him, not Harry.
One day, Niall found me. He ran after me, and I ended up kissing him. We got back together, and Harry went back to Marie.
The next problem developed when we all went on a cruise. The cruise was for One Direction's fans, but ended up as torture for me. When I was there, some guy began stalking me. I trued to find out who he was, but whenever I tried to see him, he wouldn't be there. I started to think it was my imagination, but then there was the raping. He raped me in my room, whenI was all alone. I became scared out of my mind. Then, he came back. He raped me again when I was alone in the shower, then stabbed me.
