Introduction
I sit, and cover my ears, but yet i can still hear the yelling in the distance. The yelling of a beast out to get me. The rain and wind hitting my face like a brick wall. But yet i don't move, i sit still and rock back and forth waiting for it all to go away. the painful flashbacks, the memory's all stuck in my head. It's like they want me to suffer. All the hate, has disintegrated me into the small scarred child i was before,with no voice of their own to speak out and stand up. I am dead to the world, yet i still breath air like everyone else. Why? i must have a reason to be here, to be breathing, to be alive. But all my fate for that has been thrown away. No! i must stop thinking like that. For i shall think like a warrior, a fighter and be strong. For i shall become a somebody again. FOR I AM HARRY STYLES!
