Depressed (Niam Lovestory)

Hey guys!

This is my first fanfic that I have ever written, so if you have any advice, then I would be happy to take it! And I am looking for someone who would be willing to help write this with me! If you are interested, then let me know!

Thank you my lovelies!

-Kayla xoxoxo

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Niall's POV

I dragged the rusty blade across my wrist for the first time ever in my life. I promised myself I would never do this, but the pain of my mother's death is just too unbearable.

I continued making bloody marks across my right wrist until there were seven slashes across my arm that were dripping with thick, red blood. I then cleaned myself up because I didn't want to be late for school. I couldn't afford another beating from my abusive father.

"NIALL! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE!" my father yelled from downstairs.

Speak of the devil.

"Alright! I'm coming! I'm coming!" I yelled back.

"DON'T USE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME YOUNG MAN!"

I ignored him and continued getting ready. I went to my closet and pulled out a plain white t-shirt, some dark skinny jeans, and white supras. I put them on as quickly as possible and ran downstairs.

Once I got downstairs, I realized that I had forgotten my hat. I ran back upstairs, quickly grabbed a black snapback, and then ran back down. Once I got downstairs, I went to the kitchen to grab a banana. I ran out the front door, and ran to school with a banana in my left hand. Time to go to that hell hole that people call school.

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Sorry! This is so short! Ugh, facepalm.

So I also forgot to mention that I need someone to make a cover for me! If you do, I will love you forever! Thanks!

Goodbye for now my lovelies!

-Kayla xoxoxo

6/23/13