Tired // hs

She was tired of being picked on. She was tired of people saying “ You were probably adopted, you’re too ugly to be a Styles “ and “ Your brother got the hot genes “. She was tired of the kids kicking her and punching her, laughing at her tripping her. She was tired of having to come home everyday crying, with no one to hold her or tell her everything was going to be alright. She was tired of having no friends. She was tired of everyone so oblivious of what had been going on for years. She was tired of no one noticing the bruises or the cuts. She was tired of no one giving her a second glance when they could see her bones practically. The only thing that saved her from the world was dance. And that wasn’t going to help very much longer.