The Lucky Stranger (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Why is ipad giving me a hard time? :( I can't choose bold or italic. Ugh!

Dedicated to blackmizt. I can't select you because ipad is giving me a hard time -_-

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I woke up to the faint sounds of my Dream Catcher that hung from the sealing.

Personally, it was my favorite thing in the room.

There was a belief, an ancient Indian belief that a Dream Catcher caught your nightmares, must've been why I didn't have any of those vivid nightmares I've had so often.

Or maybe it was just the fact that I was back home. The fluff in my pillows gave me a comfy feel. I'd always adored sleeping. Sleeping and eating. My daily routine for so long.

I refused to blink.

I refused to blink, scared that if I do, I would wake up from the euphoria that is home, that is peace, that is happiness. I was scared that, if I did blink, I would go back to that cellar that I had been kept in for so long.

I looked up to see the Dream Catcher was turning. That's when I realised, it's feathers were blowing.

The window was open.

I craned my neck so fast, I thought it would snap out of its place.

Jumping out of bed, I quickly shut the window and drew the curtains, remembering the last time it was open.

It was a hot night and I could not get an ounce of sleep. I was claustrophobic anyway, why keep the windows closed?

I only cracked it open, I cautiously remembered, and soon enough I was lulled to sleep by the chimes on my dream catcher. Such a peaceful night, I thought, thank the Lord for that.

That peaceful night, was not as easy going as I'd thought it was.

I knew I heard a crack. I knew the window had moved out of it's original place. I knew that I heard faint noises. I just assumed the best. I always did, that's what did not prepare me for what happened next.

The next thing I knew, my mouth was covered with a strong scented cloth. As soon as I'd jolted awake, I tasted the filthy rag. I had put up such a great fight, I was about to get away with it, too.

If it wasn't for the second dark dressed -what I assumed was a man- person in the room, hitting me from behind my knee, making me bend on the floor. That, was when I was defenseless.

Gagging me, they'd put a sack over my head, throwing me over their shoulder. Off they drove into the night, unleashed was hell on Earth for me for a long period of time.

Trying to get my breathing under control, I shook my head, running my fingers through my dark locks. Blowing a rasberry, I walked into my bathroom and didn't think twice as I took the coldest shower I had ever had in my entire life.

Cold.

Shiver.

It was all worth it. I needed the numbing sensatiton. Numbing me from all the flashbacks, numbing me from the fright.

Sitting on the cold, hard shower floor, I rested my head against the wall and concentrated on the shower. How the water kept beating down on my skin. How, even though it was cold, it felt like the warmest feel I'd come across lately.

I hadn't even realised I was crying. Whether from self-pity, sadness or relief; the shower was there to take it all away.

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