Fear of Love
Leap of Faith
Scarlett's POV:
There were screams around me as the boys ran onto the stage, raising their hands to accept the cheers of the crowd. I cupped my mouth with my hands and screamed along with them, my heart swelling as "Kiss You" began to play, pounding my ear drums.
I was alone at the concert. My parent's had abandoned me when I was a young child, as I had been the result of a teen pregnancy. I had suffered through foster care until the age of thirteen. Then, after suffering from depression and anorexia, I had begun cutting. But then I realized, why was i harming myself if I wasn't the problem? I'd been hospitalized and forced to eat, but as soon as I'd gotten out I'd robbed my foster parents and since then I'd been on the run.
Now seventeen, I was employed at a sewing shop in a quiet little town now. The owner was a creepy man, who constantly sexually harassed me, touching me, never kissing though, but as long as I kept quiet about it, he payed me well and allowed me to sleep on the couch upstairs. For my birthday he'd blessed me with one front row ticket to see a One Direction concert.
The boys were my heroes. They conquered whatever life threw at them.
I screamed along with the rest of the crowd as they began to sing "Rock Me".
I started to feel woosy. This was weird. Ever since I'd been let out of the hospital I'd been eating okay. Chips, I guess, weren't really healthy, but I ate a lot of them. I was done starving myself. But I had continued cutting. It was my only release from a dark world of endless misery. To feel the pain bleed out of me, seemed to make it go away temporarily.
The stage had become a blur. I swayed where I stood, noticing as I did, that Niall was looking straight at me. Then everything went black
Niall's POV:
The girl, her beautiful green eyes had connected with mine. Here wavy golden brown hair framed her oddly pale face. She looked sick. That was when she collapsed.
I threw my microphone to the side, accidentally hitting Harry in the stomach. He doubled over. I jumped off the stage, pushing the security guards out of the way, just able to reach her and catch her limp body in my arms. Fans were grabbing me ripping my shirt as security guards fought them back. I scooped the unconscious girl up in my arms, grabbing her wrist to feel for a pulse.
I was sickened when I saw cuts along her beautiful sweet smelling wrist. I noticed vaguely that the whole concert had stopped.
There was no pulse.
"HER HEART STOPPED!" I screamed at security. They immediately began calling for help. "SHE'S HAD HEART FAILURE!"
There were screams around me as the boys ran onto the stage, raising their hands to accept the cheers of the crowd. I cupped my mouth with my hands and screamed along with them, my heart swelling as "Kiss You" began to play, pounding my ear drums.
I was alone at the concert. My parent's had abandoned me when I was a young child, as I had been the result of a teen pregnancy. I had suffered through foster care until the age of thirteen. Then, after suffering from depression and anorexia, I had begun cutting. But then I realized, why was i harming myself if I wasn't the problem? I'd been hospitalized and forced to eat, but as soon as I'd gotten out I'd robbed my foster parents and since then I'd been on the run.
Now seventeen, I was employed at a sewing shop in a quiet little town now. The owner was a creepy man, who constantly sexually harassed me, touching me, never kissing though, but as long as I kept quiet about it, he payed me well and allowed me to sleep on the couch upstairs. For my birthday he'd blessed me with one front row ticket to see a One Direction concert.
The boys were my heroes. They conquered whatever life threw at them.
I screamed along with the rest of the crowd as they began to sing "Rock Me".
I started to feel woosy. This was weird. Ever since I'd been let out of the hospital I'd been eating okay. Chips, I guess, weren't really healthy, but I ate a lot of them. I was done starving myself. But I had continued cutting. It was my only release from a dark world of endless misery. To feel the pain bleed out of me, seemed to make it go away temporarily.
The stage had become a blur. I swayed where I stood, noticing as I did, that Niall was looking straight at me. Then everything went black
Niall's POV:
The girl, her beautiful green eyes had connected with mine. Here wavy golden brown hair framed her oddly pale face. She looked sick. That was when she collapsed.
I threw my microphone to the side, accidentally hitting Harry in the stomach. He doubled over. I jumped off the stage, pushing the security guards out of the way, just able to reach her and catch her limp body in my arms. Fans were grabbing me ripping my shirt as security guards fought them back. I scooped the unconscious girl up in my arms, grabbing her wrist to feel for a pulse.
I was sickened when I saw cuts along her beautiful sweet smelling wrist. I noticed vaguely that the whole concert had stopped.
There was no pulse.
"HER HEART STOPPED!" I screamed at security. They immediately began calling for help. "SHE'S HAD HEART FAILURE!"
11/17/13