On the Edge

I look out the large window, examining the white, wispy clouds dotting the sky. It was beautiful outside today, the sun shining brighter than it had in a while. Or, that's what it felt like to me anyway. Today, I have felt more peaceful than I have in months. It was nice to be happy again. I had almost forgotten what it was like to feel that way.

The reason?

Niall, better known to the public as 1/5 of the wildly popular boy band One Direction, was coming home today. I hadn't seen him since he left for the X Factor two years ago. He has called, of course, but it wasn't the same as having him here.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't 'in love' with Niall. He is my best friend. My only friend, actually.

All of my other so called 'friends' abandoned me when they found out I was bipolar. They completely turned on me so as not to be in the same crowd with the 'weirdos' and 'freaks' like I was.

I really hate labels like that.

However, even when all the rest of them left me, Niall stayed. He was the only one who seemed to care enough to stay. My parents were no help either. What, with my abusive father and my mother who ignores me completely. I had no one else, so I depended on him probably more than was healthy.

The day he told me he had made it through on the X factor, I was happy for him, but I knew that I would have nothing left. I had to remind myself several times to quit being so selfish and inconsiderate. My best friend had the chance of a life time, one would think that
I would be overjoyed for him.

And I was, really. I only feared that my whole world crumble when he was gone. And it did, but I had managed to make it through it. Although not without a few scars...

I sigh as I lift up my left shirt sleeve, looking at the puckered marks on my arm and wrist.

What had I been thinking?

Well, clearly, I hadn't been thinking at all.

I was pitying my horrible life, and found comfort in something as stupid as cutting. Never did I think that I would be one to do something like that, even with my mental problem. No one ever should, honestly. It's not worth it.

Stupid, stupid Madelyn.

Looking at the flight arrival times on the board, I shift uncomfortably in my seat, waiting. I didn't mind it though, it gave me time to think of some lame excuse for when he asked about my scars. I wasn't even going to bother with hiding it, he would find them anyway; he always does.

I laugh at myself for even thinking of how insane it would be to try pretending that they aren't there, earning a few strange glances in my direction. Ignoring them, I fiddle with a loose strand on my shirt, wating patiently.

"Maddie! Maddie Rose!" I stand up, not even having to look to know who that voice belonged to, and quickly run towards him. He smiles as I begin to laugh uncontrollably when he picks me up and spins me around as if I were a little kid. "I've missed you so much Maddie."

He puts me down, still smiling, and pokes my cheek.

"I've missed you too, best friend."

"Oi! Niall can't you wait up?" someone yells. I turn my head to see a brown headed boy running up to us. Louis. That's Louis. I think... "And who might you be?"

"I'm Madelyn, but my friends call me Maddie or Maddie Rose."

"So, you're the one Niall here is always talking about." he nods, looking me up and down.

"Shut it, Lou." he says, blushing madly.

"Louis, right?" I ask, starting to feel uncomfortable under his stare, while at the same time trying to save my friend from further embarrassment.

"That's right." he says, winking at me and smling cheekily.

I roll my eyes before giving him a small smile in return.

I immidiately classify Louis as one of those loud, annoying, hyperactive people. The kind of people who I absolutely despised. Niall, who apparently had noticed the judging look on my face, to let out a groan.

"Maddie, how many times have we been over this? Don't judge people before you even get to know them."

I mentally slap myself, this boy knew me too well. He was right, I didn't need to hate someone when I knew absolutely nothing about them. Why must I always jump to conclusions?

"Wait, what?" Louis asks.

"Nothing." I mutter. "Nothing at all." I look at him and smile wide, trying to get him to change the subject.

"Where are the boys, Lou?" Niall asks, looking around for... whatever their names are.

"Baggage claim." he responds "If the little princesses don't hurry up, I say we ditch them."

"You'll do what Louis?" the curly haired one asks, appearing behing Louis along with the other two.

"Nothing Harry."

"Let's just go. I hate crowds." I say, gesturing to the people who were starting gather around, staring wide eyed at the boys.

They just nod and wave before walking out the door behind me.

These next two weeks will certainly be something...