Regain // h.s.

Chapter 1

Regain - Chapter 1

When I was five, my mum disappeared. My father and uncles were on tour whilst it happened. The tour went on, but it was the last one they ever did. You see, my father was in a famous boy-band called One Direction. Their fans, Directioners, were very crazy, and did everything in their power to see them. They stalked their twitter, and died when they tweeted them.

My father was the most liked out of my uncles. Niall, my favorite uncle, was in a very close second. Liam and Zayn tied for third and Lou wasn't far behind with his charming sexy looks.

I have two brothers; James and Matt. James is my twin and Matt is two years younger then me. James is a spitting image of both my mum and my dad. Matt, well to put it lightly, looks like none of us. He has Zayn's black hair but he has my moms brown eyes.

I don't really remember anything about my mom. My dad never really talks about her, and we aren't allowed to keep pictures of her. Dad breaks that rule though because his whole room is filled with pictures of them together. From the first date to the engagement.

My father never takes the ring off. He tells us that we can never speak of her, but I know that he wishes we did. It's like a memory; a painful one at that. I know he mises her. The way he smiles gives it away. His lips quiver, and his eyes lose their sparkle. He slouches and rubs his hands on his knees. You see, my father used to wear this airplane necklace, but he gave it to me a year after her "death".

What I mean by that is we all have to believe she's dead. No one has seen her since October 4th, 2017. The year now? Yeah, it's 2027. She's been gone a year tomorrow.

Now, I know that hacking into cameras world-wide is breaking laws, but I have to find her. She's still out there, I can feel it when I wear her things. People say to follow your gut, and that's just what I'm doing. My gut tells me to search for her, and my mind says "if it breaks laws, do it anyway." I may be 15, but I'm pretty dang smart. I'm a so called geek. One that's suicidal, broken, depressed and emotionally vacant. I know you're wondering if the suicidal stuff has gotten any better over the past ten years. Here's your answer; it hasn't. Teens are still very much like their parents.

No one knows that I'm suicidal, or that I cut. I don't have any friends because I'm homeschooled. Uncle Zayn didn't want us to get hurt because of our fame. That just seems so suspicious though, but then again Zayn's always suspicious. He has been ever since my mum disappeared.

I just miss her so much, it hurts. But I know someday I'll find her; because no matter what, I will Regain what is rightfully mine.