"Happy seventeenth birthday to me" I mumbled bitterly.
I stood from my plain bed which was white, just like everything else in this fucking hell.
I grabbed the pin I had taken from one of the older nurses today and started to work on the lock, I heard a click and slowly opened the metal door before peaking out at the dimly lit hallway the make sure to coast was clear.
I stepped outside and shivered, seeing as the only thing I was wearing was a thin dress which every patient had to wear.
I ran down the long hallways until I saw the double doors, I glanced to the guard to see him asleep.
I quickly sprinted through the doors to be met with more halls, it was like a maze but the endless amounts of journeys from the shock room to my ward came in handy.
I shot past all the night nurses and guards who called after me, hot on my tail.
I finally saw the exit, the door which kept me from my freedom.
I shoved it open taking a quick breath of fresh air, of freedom before running again to the only place I could go, to the only friend who would take me in.
'good job' a voice whispered, I ignored it and ran deeper into the night.
I gasped as I woke up from the memory, the sweat trickled down me and I made a bee-line for the bathoom.
I downed my pills and took a quick shower, hoping to be able to keep away from the others.
I walked to the lounge thankful they were still asleep and that I had time for myself.
I took an apple and let myself think for a while.
I knew I would have to talk to them sometime, but what am I supposed to say?
I sighed and took a gulp of water, this is so frustrating!
This is why I can't cry.
*few hours later*
I had sucessfully avoided the boys all day, I don't know how.
It wasn't easy in the bus but when we arrived in the arena in Oklahoma we were too busy anyway.
I was now standing backstage while Kayla preformed some annoying song.
I was wearing a yellow cropped to with black leggings with a kind of leather look. I was also wearing my yellow and pink ankle doc martins.
I wore natural makeup and just had my hair in a simple ponytail.
I jumped in fright when I heard a voice from behind me, "Aren't we supposed to talk"
I turned to see the boys standing with stern faces and I sighed.
"About what?" I scoffed.
"We want to know what is up with you" Michael growled.
"Nothing, I told you it doesn't matter!" I bit back a shout.
"WE WERE SO WORRIED! You are clearly hiding something and from the little clues we have I am guessing your parents died when you were younger and you have trust issues" Luke interjected.
I took quick strides so I was face to face with them, "Look you don't have a fucking clue about me so I'm so sorry if I haven't told you my life story after a few days, I mean why should I?" I snapped, feeling anger bubble up.
"We are your friends" Ashton said sadly.
"Friends don't patronize friends" I shot back.
"Why do you always push people out! Why is it whenever we think you are finally getting through to you, you turn into a cold bitch the next minute. Why don't you just let people in!" Luke shouted at me again.
"Because no one is worth letting in" was all I said before getting my headpiece and running onto the stage.
I knew exactly what I was going to sing, it was more recent and hadn't as much practise as the others but I just needed to let the anger out.
"Hey People, today I'm going to be singing a song that I just recently wrote called seventeen" I announced taking the mic and getting into position.
Used to be a major scale,
But the melody went stale,
Musical cacophony let,
Insy Winsy spider free.
You're a rich little boy,
Who's had to work for his toys,
You've got all the sensibilities, oh,
Of an upper class guy.
No, no I'm not your little slave,
No I don't twist and turn that way,
Only got bad things to say,
You're always asking what is up, up with me,
Could never tell you what happened,
The day I turned seventeen,
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen,
Oh seventeen,
Seventeen.
Oh, you were embarrassed of me,
'Cause I used my tongue freely,
Bet you wish I couldn't speak,
'Cause when I do, you know,
I tell you why you appear weak.
You want a hassle free life?
Go get your upper class wife,
She's got all the personality, oh
Of a lemon that has been.
Truly sucked dry.
You teach me how to behave,
I felt you question the way,
I was brought up as a baby,
Well you don't know fuck about my family.
Could never tell you what happened
The day I turned seventeen
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
Oh seventeen (seventeen),
Oh seventeen,
Oh seventeen,
The rise of the king and the fall of a queen,
Oh seventeen.
Never felt like a princess,
I used to kill myself in this dress,
That it was just how things,
Were meant to be,
Oh seventeen,
Seventeen.
I smiled at the applause and did the usual intro before leaving the stage
