Hey guys, I decided that I wanted to make a One Direction fan fiction, non romantic. I apologize if it's not very good. Right now I'm in writers block, but writing anyways. Add, vote, comment, whatever.

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PROLOGUE:

As I walked home from school by myself, the cold wind hit my face and cooled the bruises that I had received last night. I only hoped that when I got home, my dad would be out or sober.

I continued to walk until I reached my street, Willow St. I slowly shuffled along the concrete trying to hear any screaming or breaking noises. When I heard none, I started walking at a normal pace up to my house. The car was out of the driveway too. I guess that my dad wasn't home. Hmm...score one for Madison.

I walked up and stood in the front lawn contemplating. Go through the front door, or the side gate. I finally decided to go through the front door, my dad wasn't home anyways. I slowly walked up to the door and opened it quietly.

I walked through the small crack as quickly and quietly as I could, closing the door. I made my way over to the stair case and placed my foot on the first stair before I heard his voice.

"Where do you think you are going young lady?" It was my father, Tom. And he was drunk again. I didn't turn around as I placed my other foot on the second step and spoke.

"Just going upstairs to do my homework." I told him, biting on the side of my cheek in anxiety.

"No, you need to cook dinner, your mother is out and the kitchen is no place for a man." He said venomously as he scoffed. 'Jeez, how sexist can he get?' I thought to myself. I turned around to talk to him.

"Ok, fine. I'll cook dinner and do my homework." I said as I went back down the two stairs and threw my backpack at the base of the stairs. I continued to walk toward the kitchen.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young lady." He said angrily as he moved towards me.

"Dad, I didn't use a tone of voice. I was just being respectful." I told him, continuing to walk in fear.

"No, you had a tone of voice, and you had that look on your face." He replied hastily although stuttering. I cried out as he grabbed my hair and pushed me to the ground before dragging me by my hair into the kitchen.

"You belong in here. I told you to cook dinner. Don't speak for the rest of the night." Tom said, releasing me from his hold.

"Fine, I won't." I whispered/mumbled to myself. I guess that he heard me because when I looked up I was greeted with a nice serving of knuckle sandwich. I screamed in pain as I fell back to the floor.

"You are a waste of space. You don't cook, you don't clean, you don't work. I bet that you don't even have good grades." He spat. Now that hurt. I worked to pay part of the house bills and to save up for college. I had straight A's and I cooked and cleaned the house as much as my mother did. He was the one that didn't do anything.

He lifted me up by my hair and twisted me around to face him. "You don't deserve to live." He spat as he threw me into the glass cups that sat on the counter. I hissed when the glass hit my face and arms.

"You are worthless!" He yelled, throwing me down onto the ground. I put my hands out to catch myself as pieces of glass embedded deeper into my hands. I got up as fast as I could and tried to run up the stairs. I tripped once and Tom grabbed my ankle.

"Get off!" I yelled, pulling my ankle back. I succeeded and ran up the stairs and into my bathroom, locking it. I looked at my face in the mirror and slowly pulled out the pieces of glass, trying not to scream. I finally got them all out and started on my hands. I heard pounding on the door.

"Madison Partick Jones, get your ungrateful ass out here!" He screamed through the door. I just continued to take them out of my left hand and moved onto my right without screaming. I finished and went to my left arm where one was too far in to be pulled out, I knew that if I did I could bleed out. Going to my right arm I pulled out the tiny slivers of glass along with the bigger pieces.

"Madison Jones, get out here now. Your mother is going to be home soon and you need to cook dinner!" He yelled at me harshly. I pulled out the last piece of glass that was in my right arm and went out the other door into my bedroom where I locked the bathroom door and my bedroom door. I could distantly hear my father yelling.

"Get your ass out here you worthless piece of crap! I despise you, everyone does!...." Tom yelled through now two doors. That stung badly. This was worse than any of the things he's said to me before. It hurt more because I knew that he was right. I only had one friend, her name was Jessica. Nobody wanted to be friends with the "weird" girl in town. Even random people on the street would cross the street to get away from me.

I glanced at my window and slowly opened it to reveal the sloped roof. I knew that this would hurt, but I needed to get to Jessica's house. I walked quietly across the roof to the tree that had branches hanging over the roof. I quickly grabbed a branch and climbed across it to the base of the tree as I bit my lip to stop me from crying out in pain. I slid down the slender tree base and dropped to the ground.

I started to run down the street to where Jessica lived. I arrived at her house and went through the side gate to get in through the garage so I didn't go through her parents. I opened the side garage door and quietly closed it shut before opening the garage door and walk into her house. I quickly climbed the stairs and ran to her room down the hall and threw open the door. She shot up in bed the second I closed the door.

"Come here." She said calmly. She was used to me coming over like this. I quickly walked over to her bed and sat down in front of her while she got up and went over to her first aid kit she had. I was so glad that her dad was a doctor so she knew what she was doing. And she knew how to sew stitches, and I definitely needed them on my arm.

Jessica started to clean my arm as I flinched back from the stinging pain of rubbing alcohol on my right arm. It burned like crazy as I bit down on the cloth she gave me to stop from screaming loudly. She finished cleaning that arm and started on my face. I told her about the glass in my left arm, so she decided to do that last since she needed to take it out with a scalpel and stitch it.

"Ahh!" I screamed into the cloth quietly from her wiping one of the cuts on my cheek. Not only was it cut, but the cut was right over two different bruises. She whispered an apology as she finished on my face. She turned to my left arm.

"Oh, babe. It's really deep, this is going to hurt a lot with the scalpel. And we'll need to do it in the tub because of the blood." She told me.

"Ok, that's fine. As long as I get it out. I said through gritted teeth. We moved over to the tub where she turned on the water to a nice warm temperature. I got into the back of the tub and sat criss cross applesauce side ways with my arm out to the left. She kneeled behind me and gave me back the cloth to bite on.

"This is going to hurt, a lot. I'm really sorry." Jes told me. She pulled the scalpel out from the first aid kit and I focused on the sound of the running water and the white color of the shower wall as I bit down on the cloth. Jessica slid the blade across my skin and I thanked the lord for her knowing how to do this. I didn't want to die from her accidentally cutting a vein or artery.

Jes then pulled out a pair of pliers and slowly pulled out the piece of glass as I continued to not pay attention to the blood pouring out and the feeling of the glass being pulled out. It was finally gone and she cleaned it out and ran my arm under the water. I sucked in a breath as my arm went under.

She pulled it back out and dabbed it with a cloth before she started to stitch it shut. When she was done, Jessica ran it under the water since she had water-proof stitches. She dabbed it again with the dry cloth and covered it with swath and started to wrap it up in a wrap.

"Could I take a shower, I really just need to relax, can you put the wrap on later?" I asked her, fear clear in my voice.

"Yeah baby, you can. I'll just put it on later." She said with a small smile.

"Thanks babe." I said, changing the running water to the shower head. I heard her walk away and close the door on her way out before I stripped down. I took the scalpel off of the toilet seat and placed it inside the shower as I stepped in. I stepped under the running water to ease the tension in my body as I ran the blade lightly along my wrist a few times and put it down.

I put my right arm under the water to clean it off as I continued to wash my hair and body. I finished my shower and walked out, drying off and putting my clothes back on before walking out of the bathroom.

"Hey, do you mind if I stay the night tonight?" I asked her, looking down at her.

"Of course not, come on in." She said half-heartedly as she pulled up the covers. She had a queen sized bed, so it wasn't weird at all. Especially since we were best friends. I calmed down, focusing on the pain in my wrist as it lulled me to sleep.

Hey, guys. I just wanted you to know that I made two trailors for this fanfiction. They are exactly the same except the song is different. The first one is in the prologue, here. The second will be in the first chapter. And I got the book cover done!! Thanks for reading everyone!