The Girl Who Ran - A One Direction fan-fiction

Chapter 3 - I Am a Warrior.

Chapter 3

I was still walking around the lobby, humming to myself quietly. I walked down a hallway I hadn't noticed before and saw at the end there was a big door. Me, being my usual curious self, felt the need to investigate further to see what was behind this door.

As I slowly pushed the door opened, I stood, frozen in awe and shock.

In front of me, was the biggest, most amazing stage I’ve ever seen. How could I have never seen this before?

Still in awe, I slowly walked up to the stage, running my fingers over the top of the chairs as i passed them. I got to the front row of the stage and looked up at all the curtains and big lights and screens.

I looked to the stage and noticed that there were five mics set up. With excitement bubbling up in me, I quickly turned around and grabbed a chair, hoisting myself onto the stage with ease because of my long strong legs and strong arms from working out, I get pretty bored when the kids are gone to school and when I don’t have to work, I work out instead, I have to keep myself in shape, living in the rough part of town and all. You never know what might happen.

Let’s just say, I learned that the hard way... I’ll explain that later though, now is not the time to have to control my temper, especially not around all this fancy and expensive equipment. Speaking of, let’s see if they have somewhere I can plug my iPod into. I found a computer off to the side, surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of switches and plugged in my iPod, and choosing a song. I took the remote that controlled when the music would start and stop and brought it on stage with me.

I walked over to the 5 mics, running my hand over them as I passed by all of them. Once I reached the end of the row, I walked behind the mics and stopped at center stage, where a mic was positioned.

I wrapped my fingers around it as I closed my eyes... and I was in a familiar trance, I get every time I sing.

I pressed play and positioned my legs as the familiar beat surrounded me.

(Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNX9Qjxf57c it’s called Warrior by Demi Lovato, I thought it well described her)

I got close to the mic, and started to sing, my voice full of emotion as I got flashbacks throughout.

"This is a story that I have never told

I gotta get this off my chest to let it go

I need to take back the light inside you stole

You're a criminal

And you steal like you're a pro"

*Flashback*

"Daddy! Please l-let me out!" my 8 year old self, stuttered out. I was currently locked in a closet by my daddy. I don't know what I did, but he always told me that me being born was a mistake and that I was a mistake. I don't know why he told me these things, my young mind didn't understand what he meant but I eventually started to believe him. He just threw me in here a few minutes ago. I heard a bang and something shatter as he threw a beer bottle at the closet door and I screamed in fear and surprise. Just as I heard the door start to rattle from him unlocking the door, I started to feel dizzy as I welcomed the darkness that overwhelmed me as I fell unconscious.

*Flashback over*

"All the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I was broken and bruised"

I sang as another flashback came to me.

*Flashback*

Hit, after hit, after hit. They wouldn't stop coming as my father pounded me with his fists, all over my body as I shook in fear and cried out in pain as he kept hitting me, probably forming bruises all over me.

*Flashback over*

"Now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

Out of the ashes, I'm burning like a fire

You can save your apologies, you're nothing but a liar

I've got shame, I've got scars

That I will never show

I'm a survivor

In more ways than you know

Cause all the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I'm not broken or bruised

Cause now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me

There's a part of me I can't get back

A little girl grew up too fast"

At this part, I felt my closed eyes hold tears that I refused to let go. I vowed to myself to never show any weakness. And I will keep that promise.

"All it took was once, I'll never be the same

Now I'm taking back my life today

Nothing left that you can say

Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

Now I'm a warrior

I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

No oh, yeah, yeah

You can never hurt me again" I sung with extra feeling into this line as I raised my hand up slowly,  putting it back down once the music stopped, I was breathing hard from how I belted out the lyrics with so much raw emotion. Only now did I notice that the mic was turned on, hearing my breathing echoing throughout the arena but I shrugged it off.

That is, until I heard something that made my heart stop and my eyes open wide immediately.

Clapping.