dawn // n.h.

chapter one

This story contains self harm, depression, and things that may trigger someone. I do not want to trigger anything in someone so if you think at any way possible it could trigger you please refrain from reading. Also, all characters are totally fictional but I use Niall Horan to put a face and name with my story. All scenes and instances are from my mind and if it reminds you of something else it's just a coincidence. This story is copyrighted and if anyone takes my story and twists it into their own or plainly takes my story it is illegal and they will be charged.
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I walked along the dirt covered sidewalk, my thick, black boots occasionally scuffing against a the cement as I lazily wandered around the bustling city.

A small breeze blew by around me but it was hard to tell considering the amount of tall skyscrapers surrounding me.

My wavy blue hair danced around my face as I continued on my journey, my destination being nowhere.

As I neared an alleyway I decided to take a quick pitstop.

Swiftly grabbing the box containing my killers I picked one out and held it to my mouth, wrapping my lips around the paper.

My hands found their way to my lighter and flicked it on a few times until it was a flame. I light the cigarette butt and sucked in on the stick, feeling the smoke and nicotine enter my frail body, immediately relaxing my stiff bones.

After I blew out the smoke in my body I tightened my black leather coat against my body, considering it's almost fall and I live in New York, it's pretty chilly.

I strode away from the alley back into the busy city, it was 2 a.m. as the big clock on a neon billboard read, so the sidewalk was crowed with adults going in and out if different clubs and shops.

Still smoking the cigarette silently I walked aimlessly back towards my home.

I knew when I was near my house when there aren't as many skyscrapers and it's cooler.

I turned to my right to see the shaggy apartment complex I call home.

The faded brick walls, sun-bleached blue doors and window sills caused me to sigh happily, I don't know why but I love this place.

I carefully walked up the stone pathway leading to the main entrance of the ratty building.

As I entered I heard the familiar chime of a bell and I turned to my left glancing at Paula, the old and wise woman who works at the front desk, she was the one who took me in.

When I was 17 I ran away from home. Well, I wouldn't call it home, more like house. I don't consider the basement of my uncle's house "home".

My parents both died in a car crash when I was 15 and my brother Todd was 17. My uncle and aunt took care of us but as we got older it seemed as if we where a burden on them. My brother left to college so I was alone with my aunt and uncle. They always ignored me and never cared for me, it got to the point where they told me they were going to charge me money for staying there. With that, I ran away having no exact destination.

Luckily for me, Paula was outside of this scrappy building dusting windows as a 17 year old me effortlessly walked across rolling a rather small and wore out suitcase with me. She was concerned for me and she took me inside and offered a room for free, as the place didn't have much business. I asked her how she kept it going but she never told me, and up to this day I still don't know how, and it's been 2 years.

I silently waved at her with a kind smile, after tossing my dead cigarette into the trash.

I guided my way up to the stairwell, the complex was only 4 floors and the elevator has been broken since the 80's. I lived on the 2nd floor in a small and shabby room, but it was enough for just me.

I lazily strode towards my bed, tossing my pack onto the small bar in the kitchen area.

Glancing at the small clock on the stove that read 3:03 I decided I better get to bed.

I shrugged off my leather jacket and threw it onto the couch before running my hand through my hair, brushing out the tangles from the wind with my frail fingers.

My pale hands made their way to my pants as I peeled the tight jeans off my body after slipping off my black boots. I really like the color black.

I wiped off the remaining red lipstick on my chapped lips after changing into a grey sweat shirt and matching grey sweatpants from a small store in our part of town that used to belong to my mother.

I trudged to my bed which was a small bed designed for one person with a cream colored comforter that had small intricate designs and swirls grazing over it.

Almost as soon as I lay my head on the fluffy pillow drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

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First imagine ahhhhh

Nobody will probably read oops