Today you woke up and got out of bed. You could hear your parents talking bad about you downstairs. Yet you decided to listen in. Your mum said how she didn't understand how she had failed with you. How your brothers and sister were fine. And your dad agreed and said that you just didn't get it and had your own way of thinking about things. He was right but that didn't mean they needed to be so mean. You tried to brush it off like it was nothing but it started to eat away at you. You went back to your room and crawled back into bed crying. If you were such a failure that what was the point? You thought about how your mum specifically said you were her only child that was a failure. You thought that was interesting because growing up being the middle child of 4 you'd heard a lot of bad things about your brothers and sister. Like how your older sister got married too young and to a man that your parents didn't approve of. Before that it was always why can't you be more like y/s/n? And after she got married you'd get yelled at for being more like your sister. Then there was your older brother. Your mum and his wife didn't get along so they'd constantly fight and you'd always be put in the middle. Neither of your older siblings had graduated college. You were going to in a few months but since your younger brother came along he was the golden child. He graduated college already. No he didn't have a job yet you worked your ass off. You had 4 jobs and were a full time college student getting straight A's. But that wasn't good enough. You got yelled at for never spending time with the family or for not helping out with chores. Yet you were never home because you were working and the few days you got off you had to run errands and meet with your church group. Your little brother however had a girlfriend and he did nothing with the family nor did he help with chores but because he was the golden child it was okay for him. You were sick and tired of this. No you didn't have a boyfriend. Your mum was constantly trying to set you up but also telling you that you were too fat or too ugly for this guy or that guy. When you told her you wanted to move to Ireland and meet an Irishman she told you to get a life. That it was never going to happy. She knew you were a huge One Direction fan and figured you wanted to move to Ireland just for Niall but in reality you fell in love with Ireland and the people when you visited for a week and a half. None of that mattered to your mum. You felt completely defeated. You went downstairs to grab some lunch and your mum started yelling at you for no reason. This was the last straw. You finished eating and went upstairs telling your mum you got called in for work. You hadn't but you weren't going to let her ruin your only escape. You finished getting ready. You wrote a quick suicide note that you stuck in your pocket. Grabbed your things and left. You said goodbye to your mum and she told you to be home early or you were grounded. Even though you were over the age of 18 she still thought she could ground you. You told her you'd be home before midnight. And left.
You got into your car and started driving. No where in particular just driving. You knew that when it came time for your plan to be complete you'd know. You'd thought about this day. How you wanted to died and have your organs donated. You thought about how you didn't want there to be a mess to clean up after. You also thought about your funeral. You'd written in the note that you couldn't take any more abuse. So you were leaving it all behind. You asked that they not have a funeral so they could save their precious money. That and you figured no one would go any way so why waste money.
After 30 min of mindless driving you pulled onto a highway that wasn't very busy. You drove for another 15 min noticing there wasn't many people around so this would be perfect. By the time anyone found you there's no way you would be alive. As you drove you spotted a concrete guard rail up ahead. You started to go faster. Saying quick goodbyes to people you loved. Said a quick goodbye to the One Direction boys. Saying you loved them. As you were speeding down you prayed for it to be quick and painless. Music blasting to erase your thoughts. You hit the guardrail and your car flipped over it. Landing on the top. You were semi conscious enough to know you weren't dead yet but with the amount of pain you were in and the blood you felt going down your face you knew it couldn't be too long before you died. After a few minutes you blacked out. Not realize you hadn't been as alone as you thought on that back highway.
Niall POV
As I was watching though the window trying to come up with lyrics I noticed a white car hit a barrier and fly over it disappearing. At first I thought maybe it was someone filming for a movie since it looked like a cool action shot but then I realized we were the only ones around. I set down my pen and paper and ran to the front of the tour bus.
Niall: Driver we need to pull over! I just saw and accident and I'm sure the person is badly hurt. Pull over now!
He looked at me but pulled the bus over. I yelled for the lads to follow me. Explaining what I saw as we ran over to where I'd seen the crash. Sure enough there was a white car on its top upside down and there was someone inside. She defiantly wasn't conscious.
Niall: we have to get her out now!
By now a few of our security guards had run up. Which was good we'd need their strength to get this girl out of the car. I ran over to the car. I notice that she's got her seatbelt on. I tell Paddy we will need something to cut her out of her seatbelt. I also notice she pinned into the car. Normally I'd have 911 take care of this but we were out in the middle of nowhere. By the time they'd make it to us she'd be dead. I dig in her pocket seeing if I can find someone identity for her. I pull out a note. Maybe this will have an answer. I start to read the letter and realize this is a suicide note. She'd meant for this to happen. No on my watch. Hell no. We were going to save her. I'll do anything to help her. Even if that means later taking her away from her parents. This poor girl. The lads had found a seatbelt cutter in our tool box we kept on the bus. I tell our security that I need them to crawl into the car and catch her when I cut her seatbelt. We have to keep her neck immobile so I ask the lads if we have anything on the bus. Liam being the responsible one remembers that we actually have a backboard and neck brace in case of emergencies I tell him to grab them and send Louis for bandages and towels. We need to stop the bleeding. It feels like it's been and hour but really it's been about two minutes since everything happened. Liam and Louis come back with everything. I attach the neck brace to her before telling the guys I'm going to count to three and they need to gently catch her and get her out of the car.
1
2
3
Cut.
They catch her and slowly and carefully try to get her out. He leg however is pinned to the dashboard. I try to maneuver the seat back because she had been sitting very close. I'm able to move the chair back just far enough that we're able to get her out. We slowly get her out the window and onto the backboard. Liam straps her in. We have to get her on the tour bus and drive to the nearest hospital. She won't have a chance if we call the hospital. By the time they get her and go back she won't make it. We each take a side of the backboard and carry her onto the bus. The driver starts driving as we set her on the floor and I start to check her over. We have to stop the bleeding in her head and leg. Harry and I start pushing on the places that are bleeding. I tell Liam to check for a pulse. He says she's got one but it's very faint.
10 min later
The blood has slowed down a bit. I notice her lips are turning blue though.
Niall: Liam I don't think she breathing hold this cloth.
Liam and I switch and sure enough she's stopped breathing. I start CPR. And pray that it's going to work.
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