i n s c a p e. // one direction //

{ s i x }

S i x.

Dannie's POV-

I paced around in the bathroom, a pair of Louis's sweats resting nicely on my hips and one of his jumpers covering my top half. I was so, so cold. I guess that's what happens when you sit outside in a blizzard, though.

"Hey, are you coming out?" Louis asked gently. "We were just about to put in a movie."

I but my lip and thought about it. I already felt like an intruder; did I really want to go downstairs with the rest of the boys and make myself feel like even more of an outcast?

"Come on, we don't bite," Louis called from the other side of the door. "Okay, well maybe just a little, but-."

I interrupted his little speech by opening the door, and he nearly fell back in surprise. I arched an eyebrow and crossed my arms out of insecurity. He smiled brightly and led me downstairs into what was big enough to be considered a cave. There were long, black leather couches spread across the room, a few beanbags scattered across the floor as well. The boys were spread out through the room, each one seeming to have picked a different piece of furniture.

The boys got quiet as I entered the room, and I felt my stomach hit the floor. Of course they didn't want me here; I was so stupid, so very stupid. But then the one with the curls smiled, and I felt a little bit of that weight disappear.

"So, are you ever going to tell us your name?" The curly one asked anxiously.
I knew from the start that they were just trying to take the pressure off me; they were trying to joke because they didn't know what else to do.

"I don't even know your names, though," I argued, smiling softly at the floor.

"Technically, we found you so I think that means we should get to know you before you get to know us," Curly-haired shrugged.

"Dannie. My name's Dannie."

"See, that wasn't so hard. I'm hairy," Curls said, smiling from ear to ear.

I don't know how it happened but within seconds the boys had all gathered around me and were announcing their names. I tried to keep up but I could feel my heart starting to race. As I sunk to the floor, I couldn't help but wonder why I had to be so fucked up.

"Hell, I think she's claustrophobic," Someone announced, but I wasn't paying attention. I focused on my breathing and before I knew it, Louis had gotten me to my feet.

"You alright?"

I slowly shook my head, solemnly accepting who I had become. I couldn't even socialize anymore without completely freaking out; who the fuck was I?

He nodded his head and slowly led me back up the stairs, and I wanted to die from the humiliation. What the hell was wrong with me? We stopped at a door, and he gave me a sad smile.

"You can sleep here tonight. Do you want me to stay up here with you?"

I quickly shook my head. No, the last thing I needed was for him to see me like this. I could feel myself getting ready to break down.

"Alright, love, I'll be downstairs then. Yell for me if you need anything at all, okay?"

I silently nodded my head and smiled before I all but ran into the room. I sank against the door and pulled my knees up to my chest. Why did this happen to me? Why the bloody hell did I get stuck with the abusive mother and the abusive rapist step father? It wasn't fair. Then again, maybe it was. I supposed I wasn't the best child; maybe they had just been giving me what I deserved. Maybe Phil had raped me because I was a piece of shit, and he knew it. Maybe he was giving me what I had and always would deserve.

I looked around the room and felt my heart began to beat wildly against my chest as I noticed the window. Maybe I could just...No. I wasn't going to just kill myself; I couldn't do that. That wasn't me. I was a fighter; I always had been, or at least I'd tried to be. But I wasn't a very good fighter; I ended up needing to be rescued more often than not. I was weak, plain and simple. Nothing was going to fix that.

I didn't feel anything as my legs propelled me towards the window. I didn't feel anything as I unlocked it and pushed it open. I didn't feel anything as I say on top of the ledge and immediately decided that I was about three stories up. All I heard was Louis's shout as I pushed myself out the window.

Even as I fell, I didn't feel anything.