Free Falling [A One Direction FanFic]

Unwanted {1

June 2012~

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I pulled my sleeves down and walked into the kitchen.

I couldn't let them see what they were doing to me. They would hate me even more.

"Hi mom." I said hoping she would respond this time.

"You need to take out the trash and clean the dishes." She said bluntly. Atleast she acknowledged my presence.

"Yes ma'am." I walked towards the trash can and started taking the bag out.

"Hey honey." I heard my father say before he planted a kiss on my mom's cheek. "Hi sweetheart." She said.

I saw my dad, in the corner of my eye, look at me with this grimacing face. My heart fell, for the millionth time.

I knew my parents didn't love me. I knew I was their mistake. I knew I was worthless.

I hurried with the trash so I could go outside. Outside was the only place I was free. Except my bedroom.

The only people that made me feel alright was actually this boyband. They're name is One Direction. I'm like in love with them. They make me feel special. A good kind of special. So I took out my earbuds and put them in. This was the only way I could get away from  everything.

After I put the trash bag in the outside trashcan, I started for my dreaded house.

My parents were already getting into their cars. And lucky for me they don't come home until around midnight. And it's summer so I get to be alone.

I walked back into the kitchen and knew there were going to be chores. I was practically their maid.

The note read:

What to clean:

· kitchen

· bedrooms

· living room

· pool

     - Jenny

She didn't even put mom. Wow. I guess I should be used to this. It's been like this since I was born.

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After I was finished with everything on the list I decided to go up to my room.

I went inside my bathroom and sat on the toilet. I reached for my makeup bag and got the razor. I rolled up my sleeve and slid the blade across my arm. I watched the blood bubble and and started to feel happiness overtake me. This was the only thing that made me happy.

I took the blade again and slid it across. I leaned my head against the wall. And took in the feeling.

I've been doing this ever since I was thirteen. And I will probably do it until I'm truly happy.

I put the blade back in my bag and wiped up the blood. Once the bleeding stopped I walked to my room. And I listened to my angels. One Direction.

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After I listened to the album Up All Night three times I decided to get on Twitter.

I have around 1,000 followers, but I've only befriended like two of them. I've Skyped with only one of them though. They're both directioners too of course.

So I just scroll through my timeline and retweet basically everything. There's a cute little kitten in a box that says 'cuteness' and its the most adorable kitten I have ever seen. Then there's this post about Starbucks. And being the common white girl I am, I retweeted.

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I spent a couple of hours on YouTube, Tumblr, and Twitter. And decide to go to the kitchen because  I am  s t a r v i n g .

I make a  simple pb&j, get some potato chips and grab a soda. I go back upstairs, but go to the entertainment room. We have a little movie theater. And it's connected to Netflix so it's awesome. I practically spend my whole life watching Netflix.

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It's currently 1:00 am and my parents just came home. I run downstairs to unlock the door and greet them.

"Hey mom." I say still waiting for a normal mother to daughter reply.

And nothing. I might as well give up.

"Cally we need to tell you something. It's pretty big." My dad said and I sat down at the small table.

"Yes?" I hope it has something to do with my birthday on the third. Actually tomorrow, because it's one in the morning now.

"We don't want you to stay any longer." My mother said. Again without any emotion.

"W-what do you  mean?" I asked hesitantly.

"We bought you a plane ticket to London and you're leaving today. Since you're going to be eighteen in no time we don't see why you should have to stay here anymore." My dad said. They have finally had enough of me I guess. But how am I supposed to live on my own? I'm only seventeen.

"But don't worry Cally we have about $20,000 for you in the bank. We've been saving up for this moment. And now you need to get your stuff packed up and get ready to go. The flight leaves at 3pm." After that they get up and go to the living room like nothing even happened. I'm just left there  empty.

As soon as I put myself back together I go to pack my things.

When I'm done I'm too exhausted to even think. I don't change clothes and just slip into bed.

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Hi. Sorry there is a lot of boring stuff going on, but this is her two years ago. She is depressed and in the process of being kicked out. I will probably do one more chapter in 2012 and then move it to present day. And sorry if you do not like this kind of stuff, like suicidal stuff. It will all change in a bit.

-Macy

**Also if you do self harm, please stop. it's not worth it. And you can talk to me anytime about it. I'd be glad to talk. :]**