It started with the death. The depressing darkness that is death. It left a giant hole in my body once it happened. After the death came the grieving. The grief including the denial, the guilt, the anger, and the depression. It is a continuous cycle. It never ends. But along with the grieving came the silence. Not one word have I spoken since the death. Not so much as a whisper. I prefer to stay hidden.
They have tried to get me to speak, tried to beat it out of me, tried to coax me to use my voice. But I don't.
Nobody knows why I don't speak. Only I do. No one wants the broken child, with the broken past.
Silence includes Selective Mute Louis, Selective Mute Zayn, Depression, self harm, abuse, foul language and some content that may not be appropriate for some readers. Do not read if you are triggered by those things. Please read at your own risk.
I do not own One Direction. Some characters are figments of my own imagination.
Hi I'm Angela I'm 17 years old and I'm in the twelfth grade. I cut . I'm fat . I'm ugly . I'm worthless . I'm me .Everyone thinks I'm the one who is always happy but in the inside , im dying . I've been abused my whole life. I've been bullied since the third grade and I've been cutting since the 7th grade .I want it to be normal again,like it was in the past. I use to have a best friend but we grew apart . Now The only persons that helped, helps me get through this they don't kne that I exist . They're Niall,Liam,Louis,Harry, Zayn. Yeah I know it's corny but I love them . To you they might be gay ugly worthless but to me there my everything . they will always have apiece of my heart just for them.