Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 1

I slammed the front door shut behind me as I came home from the park. Tear stains were evident on my cheeks. I aimed to throw my backpack on the dinind room table, but it hit the edge and fell off the table with a clatter. My notebooks and sketch pad cascaded out of it, but I didn't care.

It had happened again.

The names.

The hurt.

They don't care. How do they not see how much pain this is causing me? They called me a slut today because it's ninety-six degrees over here in Wolverhampton and I'm wearing shorts and a tank top to the park.

They said I was just trying to lure men into bed with me by dressing like a whore.

They said my little "plan" wouldn't work because I was too fat to have men tripping over each other to get to me.

Slut.

Fatass.

Bitch.

Whore.

Idiot.

Pathetic.

The words circulted my head, threatening to send me over the edge, to conquer my thoughts completely. They wouldn't leave. And they haven't left for five years. I even dropped out of pulic school last year. After moving there. And meeting him.

He led all the attacks against me. He turned the whole school against me. He made my life a living hell.

I would've never moved to that place if it wasn't for my damn brother. Yes, the great, sensible Liam Payne. The one who left last week to go audition for the X-Factor. The one that doesn't give a shit about me. He's the reason I left Wolverhampton in the first place! Him and his popularity at school got to his head. It invaded him and brainwashed him until he couldn't decide which was more important: his reputation or his own sister.

All I want to do is fit in.

But thanks to Liam and him I'll never be able to.

I raced up the stairs and into my bathroom. My parents weren't home. Let's face it though. They're never home. They're always out on business trips. They try to act like parents, but they fail. They care for ten minutes and then act like I don't exist.

The tears flooded in my eyes, making it almost impossible to locate my friends. My only friends. My blades.

I finally found them and picked out the one that was the longest and sharpest. I rolled up my left sleeve, revealing the cuts from the last time I cut, which was two days ago. Swifty, I placed the blade on my skin and moved it across my wrist, creating a thin line.

One for being fat.

One for being a slut.

One for being a loser.

One for Liam.

One for my careless parents.

One for him.

I cut three more times before putting the blade back in the back and hiding it under the lose tile in the bathroom. I let the blood run out of the cuts a little longer before cleaning my forearm and binding it with gauze.

Cutting never fails me. It always relieves me of the pain. But I know I'm hurting myself. That's the worst part. I know that I'm injuring myself. I know that there are other ways to deal with this. The biggest problem: no one cares.

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Helloo there!

Just a little taste of the beginning. I know it's short, but it's Sunday and I have school.

So I was gonna start updating a story or two every Friday since I don't have school on Friday. I will not update on the weekdays or on Sunday. This was just an exception.

Hoped you liked.

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