Diana (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Diana / Prologue

Hey guys!

This is my new Niall Horan fanfic 'Diana'. If you have read my Liam Payne Fanfic series 'Chances' you will notice that this is a lot different to 'Chances'. I hope you enjoy this fanfic. Here goes nothing... :) x ~Aaleigha

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My name is Diana Clark. I'm seventeen years old and I live in Mullingar, Ireland. I have green eyes and brown hair. My mother died when I was only three years of age which meant my father was forced to either put me up for adoption or raise me on his own. Unfortunately for me, he chose the second option: to raise me on his own. My father abuses me. He has since I was ten years old. Seven years of my life I have lived in fear. Fear of leaving the house, fear of looking in the mirror, fear of being loved. I feared all these things because of one man who was meant to be an important figure in my life. I don't go to a public school as my father believes home schooling is more sufficent. The real reason is so nobobdy can see my cuts, bruises and scars and so my dad has more oppertunity to get drunk and abuse me some more. I hate it. If I could run away I would but I'm locked in my room all day long until it's time for my daily beating. Sad, I know. But...I'm used to it. I do get educated though. When my dad goes away with women for days, sometimes weeks even, I have a home school educater come and teach me in the day. This is when I have no other option but to wear makeup to cover the damage my father has caused.

I like it when my home school educater-Sarah- comes. The reason is because after two lessons she will take me out to get ice-cream. She always wants to help me but I do not allow her to. Only because I'm scared of the consequences. Sarah says I'm a very clever teenager with a bright future ahead of me. This is only what I hoped for. She is twenty-one this year. A month after my own birthday. She is only four years older and is like my big sister. Also, she is a HUGE One Direction fan!

Sarah loves me like a sister however the feeling to me is mutual as I do not know how it feels to be loved. I've had such a terrible and scarring up-bringing that I don't think I'll ever know what it feels like to be truly loved. I can only hope.

Another thing you should know about me is that I'm incrediable skinny as my meals consist of food I cook. That's if we have anything to cook. My father does go shopping. I have to stay home, locked away from the outside world. He goes shopping rarely because he's mostly away 'pleasing' random women. The life I live is something so unexpected of a girl my age. It's only a teenage girl's nightmare. To me it's my life.

I am determined to escape one day...