Something You Want to Forget About
A Lot of Thoughts
Niall went upstairs. His bedroom was in the attic – he moved there because he needed more stuff to put in his room.
He put his bag down on the wooden floor and jumped on his bed.
He noticed the Nando’s black card he had received on his desk, which meant that he can have free food at any Nando’s restaurant.
His soccer uniform was still a bit wet from helping Ameina from drowning. He got off his bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Niall put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, his usual pajamas. He then headed down to the second floor, where the living room and kitchen was. He noticed a bowl of mashed potatoes on the dining table and a piece of paper.
The paper read,
Niall,
I’m out getting more groceries and watching a movie, Greg is with me. I made you a bowl of mashed potatoes for dinner, I wont be back til nine.
Love you
Mom
Niall shrugged and started to eat. As he was enjoying his meal, his phone rang. The name Harry flashed across the screen. Niall picked it up.
“Hey, Nialler,” Harry spoke, “are you coming tomorrow?”
Niall swallowed the last part of his mashed potatoes. “Yep,” he replied.
“Great, Gemma’s out tomorrow so the rest of the boys are coming too.”
“Cool, see you tomorrow, bro.”
“See ya.”
Harry disconnected, and Niall put his phone down as he went to the fridge to grab some orange juice. He kept thinking of Ameina, how she sounded so grateful of Niall saving her from drowning. Then he remembered she was the girl made fun of in PE class.
Why didn’t I ever stand up for her? Niall asked himself. Dunno. I don’t want to get picked on either. Maybe I should ask her to hang out sometime…
He decided to go on twitter and read some tweets on his timeline.
Nope. No new tweets since this evening. Twitter was so still. The moment you’re busy, everyone is always tweeting. Niall decided to tweet something anyway.
Had soccer practice today with @Harry_Styles and @Louis_Tomlinson,he typed in. But he decided not to tweet it. He was too bored. He had nothing to do but think about Ameina.
It was ten o’ clock. Niall’s mom and Greg had already come home.
Niall yawned. He was tired. He had been on instagram and twitter the whole night while watching a few YouTube videos. He finally decided to go to sleep.
The next morning Niall awoke with a bed head. He climbed out of bed to brush it, but then he noticed he had two missed calls from Harry five minutes ago. He decided to call back.
“So you’re finally awake.” Harry snorted.
“Yeah, haha. I was pretty tired last night.” Niall chuckled.
“Duh. Soccer was exhausting. Anyway, I think you and the boys cant come over today. I’ve caught a cold.”
Niall frowned a little. “It’s fine.” He muttered. “Get well soon, Hazz.”
He disconnected and rested his phone on his desk before taking a shower.
Ameina was in his head again. He couldn’t stop but think about her. He wondered if she was okay. He hoped so.
“CRAP!”
Ameina shouted in her room. She was punching her pillow again. Her mom had slapped her for being such a coward, giving up after drowning. Grades are important to her.
“I don’t want a daughter who’s such a coward!” she screamed, “why can’t you be like your sister? Look at her. She’s confident, she’s perfect! Why can’t you just be like her?”
Instead of telling Niall had saved her, she had said she just fell unconscious and struggled to swim back to the shore. Apparently that was enough for her mother to hear.
Ameina’s hand was bleeding. She had cut herself badly with two pushpins. She had kept them in her drawer. The blood slowly dripped down her fingers.
It hurts. Of course it hurts. Ameina suffers from self-hate. She tries to starve herself. She takes it too seriously when people call her fat, though she’s dangerously skinny. People don’t know what kind of battle she’s fighting.
If only they knew…
He put his bag down on the wooden floor and jumped on his bed.
He noticed the Nando’s black card he had received on his desk, which meant that he can have free food at any Nando’s restaurant.
His soccer uniform was still a bit wet from helping Ameina from drowning. He got off his bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Niall put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, his usual pajamas. He then headed down to the second floor, where the living room and kitchen was. He noticed a bowl of mashed potatoes on the dining table and a piece of paper.
The paper read,
Niall,
I’m out getting more groceries and watching a movie, Greg is with me. I made you a bowl of mashed potatoes for dinner, I wont be back til nine.
Love you
Mom
Niall shrugged and started to eat. As he was enjoying his meal, his phone rang. The name Harry flashed across the screen. Niall picked it up.
“Hey, Nialler,” Harry spoke, “are you coming tomorrow?”
Niall swallowed the last part of his mashed potatoes. “Yep,” he replied.
“Great, Gemma’s out tomorrow so the rest of the boys are coming too.”
“Cool, see you tomorrow, bro.”
“See ya.”
Harry disconnected, and Niall put his phone down as he went to the fridge to grab some orange juice. He kept thinking of Ameina, how she sounded so grateful of Niall saving her from drowning. Then he remembered she was the girl made fun of in PE class.
Why didn’t I ever stand up for her? Niall asked himself. Dunno. I don’t want to get picked on either. Maybe I should ask her to hang out sometime…
He decided to go on twitter and read some tweets on his timeline.
Nope. No new tweets since this evening. Twitter was so still. The moment you’re busy, everyone is always tweeting. Niall decided to tweet something anyway.
Had soccer practice today with @Harry_Styles and @Louis_Tomlinson,he typed in. But he decided not to tweet it. He was too bored. He had nothing to do but think about Ameina.
It was ten o’ clock. Niall’s mom and Greg had already come home.
Niall yawned. He was tired. He had been on instagram and twitter the whole night while watching a few YouTube videos. He finally decided to go to sleep.
The next morning Niall awoke with a bed head. He climbed out of bed to brush it, but then he noticed he had two missed calls from Harry five minutes ago. He decided to call back.
“So you’re finally awake.” Harry snorted.
“Yeah, haha. I was pretty tired last night.” Niall chuckled.
“Duh. Soccer was exhausting. Anyway, I think you and the boys cant come over today. I’ve caught a cold.”
Niall frowned a little. “It’s fine.” He muttered. “Get well soon, Hazz.”
He disconnected and rested his phone on his desk before taking a shower.
Ameina was in his head again. He couldn’t stop but think about her. He wondered if she was okay. He hoped so.
“CRAP!”
Ameina shouted in her room. She was punching her pillow again. Her mom had slapped her for being such a coward, giving up after drowning. Grades are important to her.
“I don’t want a daughter who’s such a coward!” she screamed, “why can’t you be like your sister? Look at her. She’s confident, she’s perfect! Why can’t you just be like her?”
Instead of telling Niall had saved her, she had said she just fell unconscious and struggled to swim back to the shore. Apparently that was enough for her mother to hear.
Ameina’s hand was bleeding. She had cut herself badly with two pushpins. She had kept them in her drawer. The blood slowly dripped down her fingers.
It hurts. Of course it hurts. Ameina suffers from self-hate. She tries to starve herself. She takes it too seriously when people call her fat, though she’s dangerously skinny. People don’t know what kind of battle she’s fighting.
If only they knew…
11/18/13