When everything changed

Chapter 3

I fell asleep quite early that night.

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"Mum! .... Mum! Is that you? ...Mum! Why aren't you listening to me! Mum!"

My mum was stood there in front of me, looking as beautiful as ever but there was something distant about her. she was staring right through me as if I never even existed. Mum used to look at me and smile, uncontrollably smile, grin even and if you asked her what she was smiling at she would say "I just can't believe how beautiful you've grown to be". But now she's standing in front of me for the first time since she died and she's looking right through me as if into my mind.

I turned around to see if there was anyone there and to my surprise it was a mobile phone laying flat on the floor. I picked it up and oddly it was on my twitter page. Why would it be on MY twitter? Curiously I started scrolling to see why it was on there and the things I read we're truly disgusting.

'It should have been you that died in that car, instead of your mum.'

'No one likes you just die'

'Leave everything you have behind and go'

'You have no one even your boyfriend doesn't want you'

There was at least 100 hateful tweets saying I should kill myself.

Why?

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I awoke from my dad lightly shaking my shoulders to see what in the world was going on.

"Ash... ash... wake up. you was having a nightmare. I heard you screaming from downstairs."

I quickly rose up from my bed and pulled my dad into a tight hug as if I was glad he was alive.

My dad knew not to say anything when I was like that because it could either make matters worse or better, there was no in between. So instead of my dad trying and making matters worse he just left me to sort it out myself and if I needed him he knew I'd go to him.

Me and my dad had actually gotten really close since mum died. We needed to be. We only have each other now.

My dad stayed with me a while until I had calmed down a little and then left me to fall asleep again but I couldn't no matter how hard I had tried I just couldn't so I picked up my phone from the side of my large bed and took it off charge. There was a notification. Instantly my heart sped up beating almost as fast as a fighter pilot and almost as loud as a hammer hitting off of a piece of metal. What if my dream had came true? Not the mum part but what if I went on twitter and there was hundreds of tweets telling me to die.

I unlocked my phone and instantly my muscles relaxed it was just a message on meetme. A message on meetme from Harry to be exact.

The message read:

' id like to get to know you and maybe be friends. you're very beautiful and seem really nice.'

That was sent an hour before I woke up. I decided to reply anyway.

'Sure that sounds great.'

He then replied and we carried on talking all night just getting to know one another.

In one night I had learned that;
•Harry was single
•Harry could play the guitar
•Harry loved to read
•Harry was the same age as me (17)
•Harry was truly beautiful inside and out
•I liked Harry a lot
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After that It went on for weeks and weeks. We'd talk for hours and hours and everytime my feelings for him would grow. I just wish he'd like me back.

My love life has never been the best it's always been abusive or I've been cheated on. I had learned from my mistakes and realised that you never tell a boy you like them first. that's like
Having a tattoo on your head saying 'hurt me'. So I always kept to myself and if a boy ever told me he liked me, not that thy ever did, but If they did that was when I could openly tell them that I liked them back.