Invisible - One Direction AU

Chapter One

Chapter 1 

 I wait for my alarm, smashing the snooze button as soon as I hear that annoying tinging. Soon, my mom will be rushing in, throwing my uniform at me. Lately, I haven't been sleeping. I just close my eyes and wait for the alarm. Then, I would wait for my mother to come in, then I would be off to school, getting the normal push or shove, maybe even a tug on the head or a pinch in the arm. It's always the same.

 My mom walks in, right on time. She picks up my uniform from on top of my dresser, dropping it on my body. I sigh and uncover myself from the grey sheets. 

 "I don't know why I need to keep coming in here if you're awake already." My mother complains. I nod as she leaves. I pull my short hair back into a ponytail, pinning the stray strands with some bobbypins. I push my glasses over my nose and stare at myself in the mirror. 

 "Hurry up, Alexa." Mom calls. I adjust my bag over my shoulder and walk into the kitchen. I wave mom off, which she doesn't really notice and walk outside to the fall weather. I sniff in the crispy, warm smell and smile. Autumn is the one season I love. I've never found out the reason why, but it is.

 I walk to school, like always. Walking past the occasional bully, pretending I'm not there and shoving me on the road, hoping I get hit by a passing car. Pushing me on the ground, and walking on as if I'm nothing. It's normal. 

 I get to school, taking the books I need for the next two periods. I ignore the dirty glances. I know I don't look the best. My pale skin is even whiter than before, due to not getting out as much. The bags under my eyes are darker. My figure is in a small state due to lack of eating. I'm not pretty. I'm far from it.

 School goes by quickly, just like always. I sit on the field during lunch, while everyone is in the cafeteria, taking in the scent of the beginning of fall. Listening to the leaves shake through the cool wind. If I close my eyes, and imagine that I'm the only person in the world, I can escape.

 It doesn't last long, as the loud bell rings for the last two periods, which also go by fast and I'm on my way home. Nothing special happens with my life. Nothing.

 "I need you to pick up your dad." My mother yells as I walk into the house. I don't object, even if I'm 16, and I don't have my liscense. She threw the keys to me.

 "Where is he?" I mutter.

 "The bar." She sighs, running her hand through her thin hair.

 I bring my bag in my room, before leaving. I get into the jeep and drive away. We haven't seen my dad in 2 weeks. I wasn't excited either. Mom is bad enough when she hits me. When my dad is there, it's double the trouble. Especially if he's drunk. 

 To me displeasure he is. I pull into the parking lot, seeing him holding a bottle of beer. He stumbles towards the jeep, and sits in the passengers seat.

 "Long time no see, selfish bitch." He mutters, grabbing my hair and pulling on it roughly. I don't yelp or cry. I pretend that I don't feel it. I quickly drive home, and run into my room as soon as I get into the house, locking it shut.

 "Open this door." My mother yells sternly. I get up and open the door. Just to be pushed to the ground. "You didn't even said hello to your father?" 

 She raises her hand and whips it across my face. I take it all. It'll  be over soon. My father enters and pushes mom off of me. He grabs my neck, pulling me up and throws his fist to my eye, and I'm on the floor again. It'll bruise tomorrow, but thanks to my sister, Amy, I'll have makeup to cover up. 

 I feel a hard pain against my stomach, knowing that my dad or mom is kicking me. I feel myself being lifted off the ground again, this time by the arms. A hit against my cheek twice, another in my gut, and a kick on my side. With that, they both close the door, leaving me breathless on the floor. I feel something wet on my cheek, and reach up touching it but wincing at the pressure. A red liquid spread across my fingers tells me that my cheek is bleeding.

 I groan slightly, as I lift myself off the ground and into my bed. My glasses are somewhere, probably broken. But, that's okay. I have another old pair. I lay on my bed, catching my breath that I've been holding in for a while. 

 I've thought of just ending my life. But, each time I get those bottle of pills, or that rope. I keep reminding myself that maybe it's all worth it. Maybe, in the end it won't matter because they're gone. I keep telling myself that there are things that I haven't done, and I need to do. That's why I didn't put an end to it. 

 I glance at the alarm clock that lays on a stool. I pick out 8:00 and get up. Maybe a warm bath will help with the pain. I walk into my bathroom, thankful to have my own and turn the water on. I let myself soak in the warm water, cleaning myself afterwards before getting into a tanktop and pajama bottoms. I find my glasses on the floor and pick them up. There's a few small scratches but, they're not cracked. I lay them on the stool, and climb into bed carefully. Still quietly wimpering at the pain.

 I don't sleep at all that night. I listen to the normal screams and yells from my mother and father. I hear Amy come into my room and lay down some foundation on my stool, thinking that she's doing something right. I heal painfully slowly, and I had just gotten over that last bruises. Just to be wasted with more. The makeup will help a bit though.

 The bleeding on my cheek had stopped without me realizing it. I decide that I'd look at the marks and bruises tomorrow, and let myself relax for now. I have no homework, since I finished it all in class. A litte relaxing time won't hurt.

 Soon, the sun starts to rise, lighting my room up. My whole body hurts, but I can cover the pain. My clock alarms that it's 7am, and time for me to get up. This time, I do. When my mom or dad, or both beat me, they don't come in to get me up. Knowing that I'll have to cover up the bruises and marks.

 I stand infront of the mirror and glance at my face. I almost yelp at the horror. Around my eye is a gross dark purple bruise, and a small gash on my cheek. Along with some claw marks all over my neck. I lift up my tanktop and gasp quietly. Bruises and marks all over my small figure. I lightly brush my fingers over one on my side, and flinch. Atleast no one will see that. Just aslong as no one touches me today.

 I open the liquid foundation that Amy had left on my stool and applied it over the bruises. It doesn't cover that much with the black eye but the gash is mostly hidden underneath the layer the cool liquid. I let my short hair fall just over my shoulders, hoping it will create a shadow along my face hiding the bruise around my eye better. It does. 

 Going along with the routine, I put on my uniform and walk to school. I have my classes, sit in the class ignoring the glances of disgust during recess, have another class, escape the world at lunch, and have the last two classes of the day. 

 Now, I'm on my way home. Walking slowly, so it doesn't hurt. I bite my lip as someone pushes my side, stiffling a yelp. The person runs off just as another shadow is before me.

 "Are you okay?" A thick Irish accent that's quite familiar asks. I ignore him, thinking he's not talking to me. "Hello?" 

 I look up, and my eyes go wide. Niall Horan. He's a bubbly, popular guy at our school. So, why is he talking to me? Someone who is completely invisible. His bright blue eyes give off sign of hope. He reaches his hand out for me. 

 "C'mon Niall!" I look over, and gasp. Zayn Malik. He's a bully. He was one of the many that pushed or shoved. He notices me and smirks, making his way over. "Is she bothering you?" He grabs the collar of my unifor and pulls me up. I shudder as his fingers graze against the scratches on my neck.

 "Hey, put her down!" Niall pushes Zayn away, and he drops me on the ground. I wince as my head hits the sidewalk. 

 "Shit.." Zayn mutters under his breath. "Niall come on, I think she's bleeding."

 I reach to the side of my head and groan. The crimson liquid slowly reaches the side of my face. Maybe this is where I die. Maybe there was no reason to live anyways. I'm a waste of space. 

 I feel myself being lifted off the ground, and the faint yells before everything goes completely black. 

 I'm a goner.

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