Journals

Dakota’s POV

I always knew I was different. I mean, I practically raised myself and was beaten by my parents and school mates. No one truly cared for me except for a boy and his sisters. They hardly talked to me, but the times they were, they were extremely kind and I could never thank them enough. They helped me get by even if felt alone in the world at such a young age.

When people touched me, I got so frightened. When new people spoke, I lost my voice. When I met their eyes, I felt like falling into an abyss of my own horror. I could never be accepted like a normal girl. Hell, I would've been lucky if someone even saw me as a friend.

I guess it was a miracle then.

I found a boy that loved me. A friend that accepts my quirks. A best friend that keeps me on my toes. Another who reminds me how wonderful things can be even in the dark. And the boy from before. To me, they’re the few that love me. The few who accept me. The few who care. To everyone else:

One Direction.

They’re my saviors. All I ever asked was for one person to love me. Who knew I’d get five. Five wonderful boys. These boys saved my life and you should know why. My half of the story. Dakota’s story.

I read the beginning again after writing the first three chapters and prologue. A each chapter is an equivalent to a day with the a journal entry. As they go on, the entries will be less frequent as they need for them fades. When I thought of the story, I knew Harry would be proud of me. I mean, I’m not as scared of my past and I’m kind of embracing it through this. I’m showing everyone why I‘m like how I am today.

Only if they knew. I really hope my parents see this. They deserve to know my story and why they were the cr***iest parents in the world. Then again, I should be thanking them. If they weren't constantly fighting, I wouldn't have sneaked out that one night taking the train to Birmingham and found the cafe. If I didn't find the cafe, I wouldn't have gone there to get away from Stephanie. If I didn't go there, I never would've met Harry. If I never met Harry, I wouldn't be loved. I would still be employed by the now-imprisoned Mr. Freeman and I would be cutting and getting beaten.

If I wasn't abused, I never would've met Harry. The man I love with all my heart. I can’t think of a life without him. Even if my parents were kind and did their job, even if I had friends, even if I was accepted, I never would've been happy without Harry. Everything happens for a reason and I guess I found mine out. I went through all of this so I could meet Harry. He’s fixing me little by little and I couldn't ask for more.

I download the prologue as a file and go to my email. I pull up Harry and put in the file. I put the subject as ‘What Do You Think?’ and attach the file. I send it to him before resting for the day with Duchess.

Harry’s POV

After the third interview, I wanted to sleep. Seeing that I’m at the sixth one with sound check afterwards, I didn’t get what I wanted. Then again, if I got what I wanted, I would have Dakota snuggled up to me making me smile. I do anything just to sleep with her against my chest. I love to know how’s how she’s doing. After this interview, I’ll Skype her at the sound check.

*~*~*~*

Finally, I have time to myself in the dressing room. The guys are exploring the venue so I have a good half hour before they come back. I open a browser and check my emails first. The top is from Dakota with the subject saying ‘What Do You Think?’ I click it of course to find only a pdf. link with the file name of Prologue_J. After clicking the link, I find pages of writing with that seems like no end. At the top, I smile when I see Journals typed up with Dakota’s name on the bottom. I knew she would start this up sooner or later. Though I can’t believe she’s letting me read this. I’m honored.

To me, he’s Harry. A boy with a big heart who gave me a chance. A boy that loves me quirks and all. A boy who gave me a chance at life. Truthfully, I just thought it was going to a bump in the road. Literally. I bumped into him at a cafe where I went to be by myself. He spilled my coffee on him and I ran out. If I knew who he was going to be to my boyfriend, I would've dressed a little better. But then again, he wouldn't have cared. He believes I’m beautiful no matter what. I’m bawling my eyes out or bruised to the point where I look dead. He loves me to no end and I know that. I couldn't be more thankful.

To everyone else, he’s one-fifth of the world’s most famous boy band. The cheeky British flirt. The heartthrob of now. Every girl’s dream guy. He’s a distant dream to them. He can make any one of his fans cry just by saying hi. He’s passionate for his career and fans. He’s a kind ladies’ man. He’s Harry Styles.

My boyfriend.

Just by a look, you’d think I’m just another phase Harry’s going through. The Harota phase. You all must think I’m ugly, stupid, and trying to take away ‘your man’. You must a dirty, worthless piece of crap that belongs in the dump. That’s fine. I’m used it. No one wants to hear my story. So what’s the point? Maybe one person wants to know. Maybe two. If you’re reading this, you want to know.

You want to know life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. It’s pain, regret, and sorrow. It’s depression, fear, and tears. But it’s also has happiness, joy, and glee. It has excitement, love, and friendship. That has always been few and far between. You want to know why I fear new people? Why I cower when someone touches me? Why I have panic attacks?

I was abused, beaten, and raped by my classmates and parents. No one knew my pain. No one knew that I raised myself. No one knew I cried myself to sleep. Yet everyone knew I tried to commit suicide. Everyone knew I cut. Everyone knew I was abused. Everyone knew I broken. Yet I got no sympathy.

Most people know half the story and are biased toward a certain point. The point against me. I supposed you want my half of the story. Here’s the just of it.

I always knew I was different. I mean, I practically raised myself and was beaten by my parents and school mates. No one truly cared for me except for a boy and his sisters. They hardly talked to me, but the times they were, they were extremely kind and I could never thank them enough. They helped me get by even if felt alone in the world at such a young age.

When people touched me, I got so frightened. When new people spoke, I lost my voice. When I met their eyes, I felt like falling into an abyss of my own horror. I could never be accepted like a normal girl. Hell, I would’ve been lucky if someone even saw me as a friend.

I guess it was a miracle then.

I found a boy that loved me. A friend that accepts my quirks. A best friend that keeps me on my toes. Another who reminds me how wonderful things can be even in the dark. And the boy from before. To me, they’re the few that love me. The few who accept me. The few who care. To everyone else:

One Direction.

They’re my saviors. All I ever asked was for one person to love me. Who knew I’d get five. Five wonderful boys. These boys saved my life and you should know why. My half of the story. Dakota’s story.

I smile, closing my laptop when I’m satisfied with what I’ve read. I knew she was gifted. I knew she could prove herself. When people read this, they’re going to think twice about what they have to say about her. Who knows, it may give people a voice. She’s speaking for a lot of people when she says she was abused.

I can’t wait for the next part.

Notes

Before you jump to conclusions, the book isn't done. It'll end on Christmas and the sequel will be up around January. I just hope I can carry it on. The sequel is always less popular.
Anyways, can you guys get me to a hundred subscribers? When things are in bold or something, you guys notice it more. Still. Help me get a hundred! Over a hundred will be great! Get anyone you know to read this! Please. Great. Now I sound desperate.