Just Another Fairy Tale

*Amanda's POV*


"What do you mean 'I think you've changed' ?" Niall quotes. Everyone is now looking up at us from their phones. Sensing an argument coming along but I just want Niall to bring back his glasses from before.

"Well, now you're this really hot guy with muscles and you play many sports, it's not a big deal I just wanted to ask you to bring back your glasses." I say.

"Why? You don't like who I am now?" He asks, now sitting up right and facing me.

"No, it's not that. I love the way you are, so much. But you know, I'm not that type of person who's into jocks or bad boys but you-" I start.

"Do you not love me anymore cause I'm not a nerd anymore?" He asks. He didn't let me finish, I was gonna say he was an exception.

"I do love you! I was going to say you're an exception but I guess what you had to say was just WAY more important than my words." I groan, crossing my arms and looking away.

"We're talking here, you look at me!" He says, getting a bit louder. My eyes flicker to him then I grunt.

"Niall, mate, calm down she just wants you t-" Liam started.

"Don't tell me what to do! This is my relationship, not yours! My argument, not yours!" Niall snaps. His attention turned back to me.

"I am not a jock!" He yells.

"Yeah? Really!? Niall, you've stopped wearing your cute sweaters, the ones that hid your scars! You're so showy now, you play for many school teams when was the last time you went to you science club!?" I ask, matching his volume.

"I quite it because I thought being a nerd would ruin your reputation!" He yells.

"I don't give a fuck about my reputation, I care about you! Not my reputation, that thing can die in a whole, but you're important, not that!" I yell. His expression softens.

"I-"

"You're not a jock, eh? You're not a bad boy, eh? Would a bad boy do this?" I ask, pointing to the dent in the wall Niall made from the punch a few days back. It still wasn't fixed. He just stood there.

"WOULD A BAD BOY, FUCKING DO THIS!?" I yell so loud. Everyone in the room flinched back.

"I was angry.." He trails off, then he gets mad.

"Would a jock do this?" He asks, turning around. He grabbed Tiffany's arm since she was closest to him and crash his lips on hers. We could all see she struggled to get away, which is why Harry didn't get mad when he pulled away. I looked at him with an unsatisfied look. Tears forming in my eyes. My vision getting blurry.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" I yell. Stepping away from him as he realized what he did.

"WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU? I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I yell so loud my throat started to hurt. He stepping closer but I just shook my head.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU!" I yell. Just then, footsteps cam downstairs holding an AK47.

"I said to FUCKING BE QUIET!" He yelled.

"I guess you idiots wouldn't know what that means. I show you. You'll all be quiet forever!" He yells, loading his gun. He first aimed at me, since I was the loudest. Niall just stood. Not even bothering to step in front of me. He was about to shoot when the door busted open and Kenna and Karly starting shooting him. He fell to the ground but they were still shooting. Karly held her hand up and they stopped shooting. She pointed then gun at his head a shot.

"Bye bitch." I mumble, then turning their gaze to us.

"T-Thank you..." I mutter.

"No problem. We don't want anyone killing you before us. " She smiles.

"We'll see you guys soon!" and they hop along, dragging Dylan's dead body out of the house with them and closed the door. I sigh, slipping on my sweater and heading for the door.

"Amanda.." Niall says. I turn sharply.

"I just wanted you to bring your old glasses back, but you had to do this to me.." I say under my breath.

"Don't follow me. If you do I can easily make whatever we have, end. " I pause before storming out of the house. I run to the nearest park. I've been in this house since I was little. My mother used to take me to this park. We would be here all day, building sand castles, my mother pushing me on the swings, sitting under a tree having a picnic. I sat at my swing where it wrote on the bottom;

Alyssa and Amanda;
Mother and Daughter.

I then swung my legs lazily. Making slight movement. I then walked over to the tree where my mother and I used to sit. I remember the last day here with her. 2 days before her death.

**

"Amanda!" I heard mommy call. I jumped off the swings and ran over to her. She has a blanket set out under the shade. I sat beside her and she handed me my favorite Nutella sandwich with sliced banana's inside. I took a big bite. Then I heard my mommy sigh.

"What's wrong, mommy?" I ask.

"Oh nothing sweetie. Just eat, okie?" She asks. I nod. Then, she took out a sharpie marker.

"Want to write something on your favorite swing?" She asks. I nod. We stand up and walk over to the swing. I flip it over.

"What do you want it to say?" She asks. I think.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Alyssa." mommy say simply. I nod.

"Alyssa and Amanda. mommy and me." I say. She nods. She writes

Alyssa and Amanda
Mother and Daughter.

She changed it up but eh, who cares. I nod and hug her.

**

I sniff then sit back against the tree. Tears forming again. I look up and see the carved heart. A + N written in the middle of the heart. I sigh and lean back.

"Why.." I mutter. I then think back to what happened after she died.

**

I was 6 years old. 2 days after mommy and I has lunch at the picnic. Grandma picked me up from school and quickly drove to the hospital. We asked for Micheal and Alyssa Cole. My parents.

"Are you family?" The lady at the desk asked.

"Yes. I'm the mother of Micheal Cole and this is their daughter." Grandma says she nods and tells us the room. Grandma and I both rush to their room. We say them all beaten and broken. I couldn't bare to look but I had to.

"Daddy!" I say, rushing to him. Tears streaming down my face. He tries to hold out his arms for me, but he was way too weak. So I just hugged him.

"They won't make it.." I hear a nurse mumble to Grandma. She slowly nods, as if she already knew the news. I went to mommy and hugged her.

"S-Sweetie.." She moaned in pain. I nod.

"I-I want you to h-have this." She said, handing me a locket of her and daddy. The locket was in a shape of a heart. Grandma helped me put it on. She went behind me and put the necklace on. I nod. Trying to be strong.

"I love you." She says, not stuttering that line.

"I love you too." I say. Then the line on the heart rate monitor goes flat. I turn to daddy. I hold his hand as he sends me a weak smile, then his monitor beeps and the line goes flat as well. I look between mommy and daddy. My knee's shaking. I fall to the ground. Sobbing with a shaky breath.

"Don't leave me!" I cry. The pain. The sorrow. I don't want to get sympathy for this, I don't. But I want to know someone else with care.

A month after, Grandma died of a heart attack. I was sent to my aunt. She had 4 children and couldn't take care of me. She filled out papers and sent me to the orphanage. Where I was abused by the den mother and father and bullied by other orphans. Of course, being me I would always fight back as I was the one to start the fights. But from then on I was convinced my life was a screw up.

And that I would never be loved again.


**

Never be loved again. My eyes then flicker back to the heart. I check the time. 2 am already? I stand and walk back to my house. I unlock the door and step inside. I lock the door once again. Everyone knocked out and scattered all over the door. That's when I hear moaning. I walk into the kitchen where I see my boyfriend making out with some slutty blonde chic. I drop my keys. Causing it to make this annoying ear screeching sound as it fell to the floor. Niall then pulled away, shocked to see me.

"Amanda?" He asks. Not one trace of guilt on his face.

"I-I thought you committed suicide.." He mutters.

"Suicide?" I ask.

"Well, Louis told me you went to hang yourself. I look back at Louis.

"I told him that so he would go to find you and make things right. But he just went to the club to get sober and come back with a girl." He says. I turn back to Niall.

"You though I went to commit suicide, and you let me do it. Plus, you went to get a girl.." I trail off. He gulps.

"I don't care anymore." I mutter. Picking up my keys and throwing randomly. It hit a glass on the counter and it fell, hitting the ground. I walked over to the dinner table. I knocked over chairs. I flipped the table to its side. A few glasses smashing as it hit the floor.

"I don't care anymore!" I yell. Taking off my jacket and throwing it. I pick up 2 more glasses and throw it. It hits the floor in the living room. Everyone runs into the kitchen. I was holding a sharp knife. All of them scared. Harry runs to my and wraps me in his arms, holding my wrists. I throw the knife. It got stuck in the wall.

"Get out of the house." I say, still wrapped in Harry's arms. They just stood their. Shocked at what I did. I know, it was a horrifying scene.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I shout so loud my voice cracked. Niall and That girl rushed to the front door. Everyone followed except Louis and Harry. Louis got my a water bottle since I smashed most of the glasses. I took a few sips then turned and hugged Harry.

"Shh. Don't cry baby girl." He mumbled. Louis walks behind me and hugged me too. I sniffed.

"W-Why would he do this to me?" I ask with a shaky breath. My voice cracking a couple of times.

"I just wanted him to bring back his glasses.." I mutter. Either Louis or Harry stokes my hair.

"I don't know, love. I don't know.." Louis mumbles.

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