*This is two years later once One Direction is really famous.*
I sigh seeing all the people on Twitter and Facebook talking about Niall. The Niall that promised he would come back and get me from this hell hole. I talk to his mom every now and then.. she tells me about everything that is going on. I plop on my bed and sigh. On Facebook I get messages from people calling me slut, whore, skank and telling me he just used me to get into my head. I am fed up with it all.
I grab a razor and get one of the blades out. I look into the mirror. I see bruises from where kids on the streets would beat me. I dropped out of school the next year because I was hurt to much. Niall was the protecter of me from all the bullies. I look at my old scars. I lightly trace them with the blade not cutting into my skin. I turn the bath to a warm water and strip down into nothing. I sit in the tub and cut away at myself. The bath it soon blood red. I sigh as everything gets fuzzy. I didn't mean to go this far.. I soon black out. Slipping into a dark world.
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I wake up in my bathroom. The blood water is still there, and my skin is lightly stained red. I sigh of relief that I did not die.. even though I was so close to. I drain the water and take a shower as my cuts sting.
I finish the shower and walk out to my bedroom. My flat is fairly nice.. I just still cant get over the fact that I nearly killed myself. It's not like Niall cared anyways. He just used me and got into my head.. thinking I could trust someone. I go back to my laptop like I do everyday. I tweet Niall saying..
'@snowflakieboo: @Niall_Official You forgot me didn't you? You broke a promise.. -Brooke aka Snowflake'
NIALLS POV
"BOO BEAR DONT LEAVE ME!" Harry comes screaming into the living room as Louis runs from him.
"Stop running around like fools!" Paul says watching TV.
"Hey Nialler." Liam gets my attention. "Are you glad to be back in your home area?"
"Hell yea." I smirk. I grab my phone and scan through my billions of mentions. Then one of them hit me.
"Snowflake.." I mumble to myself. I know a snowflake.
"What Niall?" Zayn asks.
"Snowflake?!?" I yell.
I can't believe I forgot 'er.
"WHO DA HELL IS SNOWFLAKE." Louis asks.
"My best friend.. I left her.. Promising I'll come back for her famous or not.." I have no expression on my face.
"Isn't she in the area?" Harry asks. "Since you grew up here and all."
"HARRY OH GAWD I LOVE YOU." I smile. I might see her again.
"Okay, but I'm not gay." He winks jokingly.
"It kinda seems like it with you and Lou." I laugh. He just glares at me.
I get up and leave the hotel room calling my mum.
"Mum? Where does Sno- I mean Brooke live? I'm in the area.. and I kinda forgot about her.." I stop. I see what I really did. She was emotionally struck. I left her.. think of all the hate.
"NIALL JAMES HORAN YOU FINALLY ASK ABOUT HER WHEN SHE TALKS ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME AND HOW SHE MISSES YOUR FRIENDSHIP." She yells through the phone. It doesn't help I tell ya.
"I know mom.. I hurt myself in the process." I sigh.
"I EVEN SEEN CUTS ON HER ARM! GOD NIALL! I DIDNT RAISE YOU TO TREAT HER LIKE YOU NEVER MET HER!"
Cuts? On her arm? I drop my phone lucky it's in its protective case. I pause and tear up picking up the phone.
"C-c-c-c-uts?" I stutter.
"Yes, Niall, Cuts." She says those three words and I burst out crying. "By the way she lives in the flat's down the road from our house. She visits me about every day. Room number 564." She hangs up.
I need to go get her. Before it gets worse....
(A/N:) hai gurl hai sorry bout dat cliff hanga. :3 um so its sad right now but it will be happy about chapter 5 maybe. (: kay kay enjoy.
