In Her World (One Direction Fan Fiction)

ADVISORY: THE PROLOGUE DOES INCLUDE SELF-HARM !! DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE AFRAID IT WILL SPARK ANY IDEAS OR YOU WOULD HAVE FLASHBACKS ON WHEN YOU DID. I DO NOT WANT TO CAUSE ANYTHING! I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS!!! xx

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She grinned to herself as she opened the bathroom door, she quickly shut and locked it.

She looked at her reflection, to anyone she was beautiful. Tall, long brown hair, petite figure, flat stomach, thigh gap, but she thought otherwise.

Am I not good enough?

Yes

Am I annoying?

Yes

Am I just a mistake?

Yes

Am I needed on this earth?

No

Am I loved?

No

Do I  love...anymore?

No

She slowly took steps to her bathtub she filled it to it's maximum with boiling hot water.

She grabbed the purple metallic razor from the shelf and undressed her self to her undergarments.

As she stepped into the piping water 

she winced but kept sliding in.

She sat herself down and grabbed the razor.

As she slid the cool metal across her already scarred wrist she smiled.

She reminisced on why she was doing this.

'Parents, her mom went chaotic when her dad left, and once she got remarried her and her newlywed were chaotic together... Left a towel on the floor, slapped. Can't find the TV remote, punched. Room not clean, kicked. Her mom and stepdad hurt her whenever she talked about how she was madly in love with the boy they hated.  All of her permanent scars and bruises reminded her why she was here.'

'Boys, the boy she was madly in love

 with for all of middle school and high school would never give her a second glance, but his unattractive best friend would, but she could never think of anything besides the blonde, tall, athletic,  hottie womanizer. In her summer before sophomore year she pledged to herself she was over him. And that was the year he decided to go after her.  She had two boys ask her out in the first two weeks, none of which she was interested in. But that Tuesday he gave her call with the words "I really do like you, and haven't noticed that until now, will you do me the honor and be my girlfriend?" As he said those words her mind raced a mile-a-minute, she knew she had to say no because of a) her pledge to get over him, and b) her mom and stepdad would kill her. Instead of any yes or no answer, she hung up.  He called and left her a voicemail begging and pleading, but she couldn't take it. With a good three weeks of avoiding him the school dance came, she was asked by the dorky, school joke, ginger. The guilt in her overflowed and she caved saying yes. When she got home that day she got a voicemail from the boy she loved "Hey, I..I don't understand. I just don't..please..talk to me, I need you..why him?" How many times has he used that, she frowned. When the ginger picked her up for the dance she fake smiled and tried to have fun,  when she got there she saw the boy she loved with another girl in a mini dress, she felt the tears sting her eyes but she kept it inside and smiled her award-winning smile. The slow dance soon came on, and as the ginger put his hands around her waist, she immediately smelt BO. She gagged and looked over at the boy she loved and caught him already staring, they looked at each other with such love, and she knew she needed him, she hoped it wasn't to late. The end of the dance soon rolled around and she was left to walk home, alone.  As she walked she realized she had a voicemail...as she listen closely it spoke "Hey, I know what love is, I'm in love, I know. I..love you. I know how it feels, I fell hard so hard in love with you.." She felt wanted for once.....by the boy she loved, had finally loved her back, she walked home happily and sat down on her bed pulling out her phone, she texted him "Hi :)" and the reply he sent back.....crushed her. "I think I'm going to ask out the girl I was with tonight...should I?" She didn't dare reply, she just cried. A while later she found that the girl rejected him, but she still never knew what that voicemail meant, and he never talked to her again to explain.'

'Friends, she never had true ones. All of the girls wanted to be her friend because she attracted alot of guys, and the flock that didn't get with her would go with her friends. So she was used for not necessarily  popularity, but for attention. The "friends" that were boys only wanted to get in her pants...and left when she rejected them.  But the day she was being bullied by the school's plastic, snobby, dyed blonde hair. Two people came to the rescue. And those people are now her only, true best friends. One boy, and one girl, saved her. The girl, was also very pretty, very long brunette/blonde hair,  voice of an angel. The boy, tall, very tanned skin, swim team captain, and the best personality.  They were now adjoined at the hip.'

As each cut she drew got deeper and deeper, she felt her self getting dizzy. 

It's time.

She cried, not tears of sadness, tears of joy. 

She finally found something she loved, and that something was cutting.

Her vision got darker and darker, the water was fully red from her bleeding wrists.

The room began to spin. Flashing began.

The last thing she saw, was the worried and panicked faces of her two best friends, and her heart stopped beating.

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DID THAT SUCK OR DID THAT SUCK?! 

Alright! This is the prologue of my new story, this in no way wll be any cliché kind of story... it will have tons of twists! Some good...and some bad. 

I have been taking a writing class that has helped improve my writing...or so I think.

This will be a Harry Styles fanfic and I am thinking of a name for the Main Girl and others. 

comment names!!!

-Gabriela xx