A Selfless Sacrifice - A Niam Horayne Story *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1

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 Chapter 1:

Niall’s Diary Entry 1:

Dear Diary?

Wait what? Ok, to be honest this is kind of the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t really know why I even agreed to write in this stupid diary in the first place. But my psychiatrist told me that it would benefit me. I have to write two though. One for her to read, (not that I’m going to tell her anything anyway) and one that’s personal. I hate her you know. She’s always going on about how I need to open up more. Let her in. If you ask me it’s just a bunch of weird hippie crap. I’ve been visiting her for almost a year now.

It all started in 7th grade. I had just moved from Ireland. I loved it there. I was popular, smart and one of the top students. Then my whole world came crashing down. I came home from school one day. My mum sat with her head in her hands tears streaming down her fair face. I ignored it at first. Then dad didn’t come home. I called him over and over and he never picked up. Then I finally asked. I braced myself for something bad, but I never expected something as traumatic as the next two words that escaped my mother’s mouth. My knees felt as if they were about to give way and my whole world had just been broken into two. My eyes welled up with tears that threatened to overflow down my pale face. I questioned my mother not only thinking but hoping I misheard her. She repeated the words that I thought I would never hear. “He’s dead.”

6 months later after the unexpected incident occurred my mother decided that she wanted to start afresh. So she forced my brother Greg and I to move to an unfamiliar place in the centre of Europe, England. The transition was tough on my brother and me. Having to leave my friends that I’d had all my life. Having to leave all my childhood and memories behind.

 Just one month after the transition I woke up to an early start and a new school that I wasn’t looking forward to. It was large, larger then my small and modest school back in the place where I belonged. I got up that morning not feeling very optimistic at all.

I was starting at a school where I didn’t know anybody. In short, my life sucked. It started on my first day at the hell hole. I got a few stares, a few “who the hell are you looks”. I thought that was just the worst of it. In class, I had to introduce myself. By the end of the day I was the weird new kid with the accent.

 I hated myself at that point in time. I hated my mum for forcing me to move. For taking everything away from me. Progressively it got worse and the taunting started. I used to come home with bruises, cuts, black eyes. My mother used to ask me what was wrong. I’d always say; “No I’m fine, just fell over playing soccer” or “I was mucking around with my mates and I got hurt, nothing to worry about”. The worst part was that she believed me. One day I couldn’t take it any longer. I told her. I told my mum everything that I’d been through. And she didn’t stop it. She told me that they were probably just messing with me. I kept telling her so she got me a psychiatrist.

She had no idea how to handle it. My old, strong- willed, strong- minded mother was gone, and all I was left with was a total wreck, a lady that could barely keep herself alive. So I pretty much ran the family. I kept my mother strong. I guess it made me a better person but who knows now.

 So now every day, I get up in the morning ready for another day of torture, another day of embarrassment, another day that takes me further away from the happy bright person I used to be.

It’s a certain person that makes my life so hateful. So treacherous. Liam Payne. I guess he lives up to his surname. The ringleader. The popular bully. The person that has made my life a literal living hell. He is the boy every girl wants and they guy everyone wants to be and is intimidated by. He has a face to die for. Chocolate brown orbs framed by brown lashes. Soft wavy hair that falls over his remarkable eyes. A body to die for. But behind that exquisite exterior is a maniac. At first, I guess I was fooled by his appearance. But it didn’t take me long to realise that he was in fact a jerk. I just wished that for one day the roles were reversed you know. I would be the popular guy and he would be the nobody. Just for one day, so I could put him through all the pain that I had experienced.  All the taunting and the hurt. The worst part of it all is that nobody does a thing. They don’t agree with what Liam was doing to me. But they sat back and watched. They didn’t defend me, they didn’t stick up for me. Well I suppose they did in their heads but that wasn’t going to save me. Was it?

Niall Horan