Unnatural (OneDirection FanFic) EDITING

Chapter Twenty Three; Give Me Love.

 My heart thudded against my chest, and smoke was making it harder than ever to breathe. Once the current events occurred in my mind, I started to run. My hands trembling and my head spinning, the concrete under my feet kept being trampled on, and inside of me there was nothing but confusion. Once I was out of breath, I was nearby a café, one that was familiar. As I think about a few things, it finally dawns on me that I’ve missed my classes, my sister is absolutely gone crazy, everyone thinks I’m a lunatic, and I’m being chased still. There was no doubt that when the police arrive the crime scene they would track me down as well to see if I had caused the blaring fire.

It would be a no, but I’m still not just that typical girl you would believe.

I was the opposite, I may appear innocent, but what do I truly behold?

As I regained my breath, I started my run up again, I had no clue where I was heading to, but I do know I just wanted to leave Ireland, once and for all and never come back.

For anyone,

I swear.

I ran and ran, finally seeing a sign saying I’m leaving Dublin.

Good.

I don’t know how long it took but by the time I finally gotten out of the city and some odd place was already pitch black. Of course there were chances of getting raped or something else, but I was way into control in protecting myself. The sound of leaves crunching under my feet gave me the chills of what had happened many days ago. Walking and talking with Niall, his blue eyes that were nowhere near to mine, but still an innocent type of blue. His smile bright as we had laughed, and the way he never took his eyes off of me.

Shouldn’t it be easier than this?

I was never in love with him, never.

Shouldn’t I just forget him?

I was never in love with him, never.

This weird feeling had happened at that moment though, a tear spiraled down my cheek, and when I noticed this, and my heart broke.

I couldn’t be lying.

Never did I lie, not once.

Maybe once, but that was when Destiny had pleaded me to go to the carnival or whatever it was. The place I had slammed into a stranger, the place where I didn’t know things would spiral out of control, the place when things would manage to go out of my control, the place where I met the boy who sings.

I would always treasure the meaningful things he had told me, it’s not like I forget them. He tried to open me up, but I guess I didn’t even know how to open myself up. I didn’t even have the key to my closed attire. What if he had found the key I had thrown away? Wasn’t it impossible?

But, my dad used to tell me this one thing before he had left somehow, “Nothing is impossible.”