You Found Me | Liam Payne |

Chapter 32

--Rose's POV.

I walk over to the employee bathroom and wipe the unexpected tears off my face. I didn't expect myself to cry while singing that song but as my fingers collided with the strings its as if each string played a harsh memory of my past. Playing the guitar used to be my passion but there's a reason why I stopped. That's why I couldn't keep my emotions bottled up. Playing the guitar was a mistake. I made an agreement with myself that I would never hold that instrument ever again, but promises are meant to be broken right?

I feel so numb and weak remembering the past its as if they're coming back to life right in front of my eyes. Tears begin to stream more and more down my face. I can't keep this past buried and tucked away in the back of mind any more. Those words they're coming and I cant stop them.

I was sitting in the choir room at my high school. This was always a daily routine of mine, everyday at lunch time I would always go to the choir room instead of going to the lunch benches or library. No one was interested in the arts department so I would always be alone. It was better than being outside with glimmering eyes all staring at me whispering how much of an outsider I am. So why not keep hidden being able to do whatever you want with no input of judgment from others.

I had everything planed out all the time it was pretty pessimistic. I guess it didn't matter to me since I didn't take any notice of the loss of people in my life ,or how antisocial I was. But in a way I did care all I could do is keep myself preoccupied with my music and writing. I was quite most of the time. I would just stare and think. My words would get frozen within my lungs and I believed my thoughts were deadly and there's probably a quarantine surrounding my lungs. People used to ask me 'Why are you so quite?' and all I would do is shrug. I was quite most of the time but my mind was loud. My mind was screaming. I wish I wasn't quite. I wished I shared my emotions easily. I did not know how to start. But my words got frozen within my swollen lungs.

I grabbed my guitar from the closet and began playing with the G string to the B string on the second fret to my favorite song Therapy. I admired Alex Gaskarth for writing those lyrics telling teenagers that we wont accept the misery that's s being given to us. We'll just keep smiling at our messed up lives telling them we'll be okay even though deep down inside were all fading away and in a need of help.

I began singing the second verse but I heard a door creak open and multiple voices whispering. I stopped playing and made eye contact with three similar faces. How did they even get in here just ignore them Rose you'll get through this.

"Oh look what do we have here it's chunky Rosey" "Aw she's all alone with that little guitar" "What's the matter is someone to scared to talk"

I got up from the chair and started walking away but Vanessa grabbed my wrist. My guitar fell to the ground and I tried to get it before any damage was done but I was to late.

"Vanessa please let me go" I pleaded but she did not oblige

"Grab her!" she shouted to the other two girls. I was pinned to the wall unable to move with the only sight of Vanessa standing next to my guitar.

"Why are you doing this please stop!" I shouted but came out as an appeal.

Vanessa had always bullied me ever since 6th grade up till now my freshman year. I never knew why she did but I guess she saw me as the perfect target since I was quite and had no friends. She made fun of my weight, how I looked how I acted, everything I did was always turned against me, and she soon turned the entire school against me. So not only did I hear it from her I heard it from everyone they didn't even know me, so what did I do to ever deserve this? Everyday I would be called the same names getting those notes in my lockers hearing those stupid rumors. They all lead me to my driven point and I don't know how much longer I can take of this.