Problem Child (One Direction Fanfic)

Sunday's

Chapter Two

This is my seventh week living in the flat. It’s a Sunday; the worst day of my week. Sunday is the day I now use to try to contact my parents while I have a day off work. I don’t know why I do it, they obviously hate me for some unknown reason, but none the less I can’t help myself. Three weeks I’ve been trying to get them to talk to me, to pick up the phone, reply to a text or email. And three weeks is how long I’ve been waiting.

The first Sunday I sat down to contact them wasn’t the day they suddenly stopped talking to me. They’d been distant since they bought the flat before they just gave up on me. I’d been emailing mum since I bought the flat and then eventually she just stopped replying. Then the text replies became blunt and less frequent before stopping altogether also. Who ignores their only child when they’ve just moved out into a flat in a rough area of London!? My parents, apparently. The Sunday of that week I decided to spend my day off trying to find out why. Why they were ignoring me. Why they were starting to block me out. Why they didn’t care. Why they hated me.

*Two Weeks Ago* “Hey Mum it’s me, Jess! I was just wondering if you got my email. I attached some photos and was wondering what you thought! Also, did you get my text? You haven’t replied to that either… Well anyway, ring me back or something! I feel like we haven’t spoken in ages,” I chuckled. Trying to keep up a fake smile when your heart is aching for the love only a parent can supply is missing is hard. Really hard. But you’ve got to do it, otherwise everything will get worse. “I love you lots! Miss you, bye.” I mumbled the last bit, my emotions slightly getting the better of me. How could I be so weak? They’ve probably just been too busy and tired from work to reply back to me! I sat trying to convince myself as I wrote out yet another email to them. It will be fine, I just know it.

*One Weeks Ago* All week I’ve been texting and emailing my parents. Desperate? Yes. I really miss my parents, I’ve been without them completely for two weeks now, and three before that they weren’t really there for me. I sent another email updating them on the little that had happened since the last one I sent before calling my old home phone. I gave up calling their mobiles during the week after my number had been blocked. All I want to know is what I’ve done wrong! “Hey Mum, Dad! It’s me, Jessica, again. Um, are you really busy or something? Because you haven’t returned any of my calls or texts or emails and, um, I really miss you. Pretty please contact me! Love you.” A few minutes later a text came through to my phone from an unknown number; Hello Jessica, we had a feeling you would ring. Your parents moved out of this house last night and said you would call. They gave us their mobile number in case they left anything behind and we needed to tell them, but told us not to give it to you. We will however as we feel very sympathetic towards you. We’re so sorry. The message broke me even more than I already was, ending with the number that was apparently my parents new number. Why would they move and not tell me? That was the only thing running through my mind. I can’t work out what I’ve done to make them hate me so much! They don’t know I smoke, and even though my school life wasn’t the simplest and I wasn’t the best behaved, you could say, I never did anything terrible.

*Back to Current Sunday* I sat down on my bed in my woolly jumper and patterned leggings that my mum always called ugly. She just doesn’t understand my style, a lot of people don’t! I opened up my laptop and waited for it to load, sipping at my tea in the meantime. Still waiting for my laptop to load, I checked my phone in the hope of a voice mail, a missed call, or even just a text message. And yet again, there was nothing. I typed in the number I’d been sent last week and sat, simply staring at it, wondering whether now was the right time to finally press the call button. But I couldn’t. I still was not brave enough to speak to my parents directly, no matter how much I wanted my questions answered. Once my laptop had finally loaded I did my usual routine of signing into my twitter account and replying to the only people who, I hoped, liked me. The best thing about people online is that they talk to you because they want to, not because they have to, like people who actually know you. It was nice; some seemed to really care about me! After replying to my mentions, I signed into my Hotmail account and checked my emails. Empty, again. I sat and wrote out yet another email to my parents, letting them know how I’d been since last time, ending it with the same questions. Why. Why did they not reply, why did they ignore and block me out, why did they hate me.

After a few minutes of tweeting my online ‘friends’, I re-checked my email, to find a new, unread email from my parents! Words couldn’t begin to describe the feelings that were flowing through my body. Happiness. Worry. Curiosity. Downing the last few mouthfuls of my tea, I opened the email.

To Jessica. Stop trying to contact us; we’ve had enough of it. Your father and I thought that moving you out would get you out of our hair. We can’t deal with having a child like you any longer; we’re sick of you constantly screwing things up! It was a mistake to bring you up your whole life when you were just an unplanned mistake all along, we should have given you up when we had the chance. We will still pay your monthly rent – we’re not 100% heartless, but please stop contacting us and move on. Tony and Helen.

The words I read from my bright laptop screen ripped me in half, and then half again and again until there was nothing left of me. They hadn’t stopped loving me; they’d simply never loved me in the first place. To them I was nothing more than the mistake they wished they’d given up because they never wanted me. I was never particularly close with my parents, but this, this killed me.

I couldn’t control the emotions stirring within me. Normally my Sunday’s ended with me getting Nigel, the creepy man who owns and runs the newsagents, to buy me alcohol for me to drown my sadness in, but this was a completely different to any other Sunday. My world had finally collapsed, and I felt totally numb.

My whole life I’ve had no friends, and now the two people biologically programmed to love me have told me that they never have. If they don’t love me, how can anyone ever love me? I’m nothing but a worthless screw up. A problem child and nothing more. I grabbed the nearest item to me, which happened to be the remote for my small CD player, and threw it against the wall as anger took over my body. As the remote impacted with the wall, it must have hit the play button, as my One Direction mix CD began to play, and the song that meant more to me than any other began to blare out, accompanied by the voices that brought light to my dull and empty life.

@LouisSpecs: I’m sorry, I have to go. Thanks for talking to me, bye. I tweeted before slamming my laptop shut, ignoring the mentions of people asking what was wrong. I ran into the hall and pushed the bathroom door open, rummaging through the draws until I found what I needed to find. Hurrying back to my room, I snapped the shaving head in half, the now more visible and sharp edged blade twinkling against the sunlight that poured through my bedroom window. Sitting back on my bed once more, I listened to the music that surrounded me and read the lyrics painted across my wall, before bringing the blade into contact with my wrists, slicing several slits into my pale skin. Nothings Fine, I’m Torn.

So sorry for taking so long to update this, i wanted it to be good! Hopefully it's dramatic but still realistic? Please leave me comments, they really help! And pester me to update so i do it quicker :) The twitter @LouisSpecs that i used is my account, so im gonna use it as Jessica's account in this story, feel free to follow it, i'll follow back! And if the photos on the side are showing, they are Jessica (a picure i found on tumblr that i liked) and the outfit she's wearing. uh yeah... vote, fan, share and comment!

~Katie x