You Saved Me From Myself. [One Direction]

You saved me from Myself.

So I thought i should write a new fan fiction because I've had this one playing in my mind the past couple of weeks and would write little tidbits in school so now i will write it for all you freaks<3 And by freaks I mean that in the most loving way possible. Please notice that I wrote every word in this story and if you se something similar or someone copying it and claiming it is theirs please notify me and send me the link of possible! I wouldnt want my hard work to get stoled now would I?! Oh and this will be more of a mature story, As in there will be drugs, self harm, and sexual content. As now you are fully advised, Enjoy!

~Steph xx

Ps! You won't need to know this until later but here is how you pronounce her last name : Incognia (In-cog-ni-a)

Hi my name is Avalon I'm the 17 year old daughter of the most influential man in all of America and and the gorgeous Victoria's Secret model Miranda Kerr. I live in Manhattan. I'm the queen of my high school. This is my story of how my life got effed up, turned around, and beat to shit. But then things somehow got better. Enjoy. 

~Avalon xx

Just as I was handing the douche my money I a heard cop car turn into the alley. The douche quickly took my money and ran. Twat. The cop car was about 30 feet from me and still full speed ahead. Fuck I gotta run, I started sprinting down the alley. Sadly I wasn't athletic whatsoever. I fucking tripped over a dumb bag of garbage. The cop hopped out of the car and pinned me on the ground as I was struggling under his grip. "You douche! Do you know who I am?!" I screeched as he lifted me up. Idiot face said " Aren't you that trouble maker daughter of Miranda Kerr's?" I simply bowed and said "The one and only". Wow mom's right when she says I'm sarcastic. "So officer..." I said squinting down at his badge. "Pearkie?" Ha! sound like perky! dumb ass hole with a faggy name. "So mr. Perky whats up?" Perky face was pissed at me shoving me in the back of his fag mobile roughly. "That guy you were buying cocaine from, we've been looking for him for the past couple of months." Really? I though to myself. "Well you might wanna find a different guy cause his prices are whack." I said. Perky ball sack guy said "Well, there are two choices for you. Either you tell us where to find him or get arrested. Either way you lose the cocaine." Fuck. I spent good money on that shit. "Well, he usually hangs around the back of 5th street. Just turn left here and go all the way down the road behind the law firm." I stated in a matter of fact tone. Perky face looked at me in the rear view mirror and said "Well you don't look like you're lying and that is a spot people have told me to check so I'll let you go." He was slowing the car a bit about to pull over when I said "Wait! can you drop me off at my place, you see its kinda dark and this is the time the rapists come out." then said so he couldn't hear me "I don't need to go through that again." Perk face said "You live on 12th street in the pent house right?" "Obviously, that what I get when I am the offspring of Miranda Kerr and my Father." Ugh I hated saying that word. Truth is, He isn't a father at all, He's a slimy toad. A disgusting mutt. But I used the father excuse whenever I get into deep shit like this. "Excuse me? Hello?" A voice pulled me from my trance. We were here "Oh, thanks for the ride." I said getting out of the car. Mr. Perk face was man handling me jerking me around to get the damn hand cuffs off. "Oi! could you be any more aggressive?" Perky balls said "I can but I'm saving that for your dealer." Then got in his car and drove away. Me being the street smart 17 year old I am I quickly ran into the building, right into the door man Anthony. Anthony was one of my only true friends, He's 18, has chestnut colored hair that he gels into neat spikes. He is obviously adorable. I honesty feel bad for him because he had to drop out of high school and start working here opening doors for people to support his younger brother who's autistic and his alcoholic mother. He was the polar opposite of me. Responsible, Caring, and Romantic. I was Irresponsible at best, obviously I did drugs so I didn't care about shit, and I am not the romantic type. In fact I've never had a boyfriend. I usually just go to the club, find an attractive enough guy, go to his place, take care of my sexual frustration, then leave. I quickly said hi to Anthony as i rushed past him and into the elevator. The creep who pushes the buttons obviously knows who I am so he pushed the 70th button and resumed his position in the corner. I felt the awkwardness so I said to him, knowing he wouldn't respond, "You have a funny hat." He just nodded at me. What ever. Douche. When the bell rung and we finally reached my floor I got out and reached into my bag for my key card. After fumbling around for about a minute or so I finally felt it and swiftly unlocked the door. Fuck.

I thought my mother was supposed to be at some charity gala dinner thing. But of course not. The one night I am past my curfew she is home. She looked up at me from her spot on the couch. "Where in god's name have you been?" She asked me with a worried expression on. "Out" I mutter. "Avalon. I know where you've been the station called 10 minutes ago. I thought you said you quit drugs!" She practically screamed. "Mom. It's easier said then done." "Avalon Lynn Incognia!" Woah she's really mad. "Miranda! you know I don't go by that name!" I said pissed off that she said that. She got up off the couch and walked over to the glass window/wall to calm down, then she turned around to face me. "Avalon. You can't hate him forever. What did he even do to make you hate him?" Flashbacks filled my mind. No I couldn't tell her. It would crush her. Even if I didn't like my mother I couldn't do this to her. "I-I-I can't tell you." I mumbled. She looked at me straight in the eye and say "Go to bed, Your father and I will discuss your punishment tomorrow." Fine be that way mom. Wait! did she say that will DISCUSS it!? That means he's coming home. Fuck. I thought he was still in Taiwan. I turned around and walked to my room. As soon as I got in there I locked my door and took the chair that was at my desk and slipped it under the door knob. Good he wasn't coming in here tonight for sure. I couldn't hold back the flash backs that started replaying in my mind. I felt so numb, I couldn't move. This is why I do drugs. To go to another world. Since I have none I resorted to one of my old ways. Something I did before I made connections in the drug world. I walked to my desk and opened the textbook that I hollowed out for certain hiding reasons. I took out the blade and ran it against my wrist. Immediately blood started pouring out of my scarred wrist.

Feedback?! This was probably my favorite thing I've ever written! its so different for me! sorry if what i write isn't so accurate about the whole drug stuff ( I don't do any of it but I'm just using any knowledge I have!) 

Please continue to read this! I will try my hardest to write everyday! I have a feeling this will be by far my favorite story I've ever written! All future chapters will be posted and put in my favorites on twitter! Thank you so much! 

~Steph<3 xx