Broken

Traci's P.O.V.

My name is Traci Payne. And I guess that I’m what people would call depressed. I hate my life. I wish that I could just die and get it over with. I'm drowning, but there's no water.

Traci's P.O.V (2 years later, 16 years old)

I'm at the airport waiting Li to come home. He’s always late, but most of the time it’s Louis’ fault. He probably found a snail or something. After about ten minutes, I finally see him walking towards me. He’s so slow!
"Li, I’m over here!"

"TRACI!" He shouts. He runs over to me and picks me up, hugging me.

"Li, I missed you."

"Oh my god I missed you so much!” He finally lets me go and grabs my arm.
“Are those…cuts? Traci?! Did you do this to yourself?” he looks pained.

Fuck. He noticed. Well I can't exactly tell him I'm sorry, because I'm not. And I have no excuse for the cuts.

"Yeah...I have cuts. Since when have you cared?” I pulled away from him.
“I haven’t seen you for three fucking years, Liam!” I yell. “If you cared about me, YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN!” tears are pooling in my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I can’t

He just looks at me like I exploded or something. Well, I suppose I did in a way but why would he care anyways? I walk away from him. Louis, of course, runs after me. The others are comforting Li.

"Traci? Are you okay? What's the matter?"

"I-I'm fine Lou; just leave me alone, okay?

"You’re crying, love. Just tell me what it is."

And I told him. I told him everything. From how it used to be so perfect. When mom and dad died. Then, when Li auditioned for the x-factor. When he gained popularity as a pop star with One Direction, I was happy. But he forgot about me. My friend Mia, who I was living with since my parents died, overdosed on drugs and passed away. I told him all of it. No one else even knows my entire story. Louis does now. He stared at me for a few moments, and then pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I wish Louis was my brother instead of Liam. Louis is so caring and kind It would have been so much better. I'm sobbing right now. I can't help myself. As Louis hugs me, I feel something comforted. Something that only Mia could do to me, and when she died, that was it. It's a good feeling. I like it.

Notes

This is my first fanficttion so please no hate. Tell me if you like/dislike it. If you don't like it or you think it needs changing TELL MEH PLAZE SO I CAN FIX IT LIKE BOB THE BUILDER. Yes? Okay good and thank you my lovelys.