Uncharted (Kind Of A One Direction Story)

It happened.

As I opened the door, it was all dark. I can't barely see anything. I reached the light to open it and there I saw my mom.... my mom laying down the floor. 

A million thoughts ran through my mind as I walked towards her, shivering.. She's.. She's.. She's cold.. I held her wrist, it was cold. Real cold. Her lips was pale. Her neck, vains are nowhere to be found.. Soon I realized she.. she.. she's... dead.. 

I called 911 and they let me stay in a room I'm not familiar with. Nothing is really going inside my mind. I'm still shocked for what happened. I was crying. I never had the chance to say thank you, I love you, and Good bye. 

*

The next day, I woke up still in the same room. Polices and Doctors surrounding me. 

"can I ask you something, Ms. Styles?" That's me. Oh my god. Am I ready?

"Hmm?" I said squinting my eyes. "How did you know my last name?" I asked confused, I Don't think they can ask someone about us because there are no one to ask for. 

"I saw your ID as I looked in your purse," He responded gesturing to the black purse I had. "So, can you tell me about what happened last night?" 

I gave it a wrap. And, further explain that we're living with my step father. i also explained how he treated me, how I didn't knew my real father. 

The next thing I know, someone is sending me home to get all my stuff. I think they're giving me to something like orphanage? No! I cannot go there! I won't! I need to look for my dad. my REAL father. 

As I got home, I went straight to my room and packed all the things I can. I broke my piggy bank, I've been saving money since I was 16 incase something happened, and this is a good time to use it. My mom also give me a debit card that has $5000 on it, so I should be good.  

I packed all my things before the police arrived at my house to get it. I drove to the airport and bought the fastest ticket to go anywhere... Anywhere far... I just need to be far... The fastest flight was in 20 minutes; to London. I have never been there. But I always wanted to go there. I sometimes thought to myself that travelling would be fun. 

As I bought the ticket, they addresed me how to go to the plane I'm going to. I checked in 4 luggages and just brought 2 hand bags. 

I settled on the plane and felt comfortable. I pulled out my iPod and Camera; getting ready to take pictures of all the wonderful views and new adventures I'm gonna go through. 

At this point, I was exited yet nervous. I don't know where to stay whenever I get there. Where would I look for my father? Would he accept me? What if he doesn't want me? 

I listened to music, and took pictures. After that I took a nap. To be honest, I did not had enough sleep last night. Now playing; Another World- One Direction

*

The plane took an over stop, I don't know where but the announcer announced that we took an over stop. I took a look at the souveiner shops, but either way, I can't buy anything because they have different money from dollars, So I just looked around.  

*

Our plane landed. I'm now in London. New adventure. New life. A goal I need to reach though is to look for my father. But still, I don't know where to start. 

I realized that my mom gave me a picture of my dad. That's one way I could reach him. His name is Marcel Styles. I have the whole world in my hands tonight, and no one is stopping me to explore it. And I'm glad this is happening. 

*

I checked in the first hotel I saw. The price wasn't that expensive; yet I still need to save money. I need to find a job, even if it's only for a part time job. And I also need to rent an apartment- a small one would work. I just need to settle for a while. 

For once in my life, this is the only day I've never been bullied. Suprised? Yes. For my whole life, this is the first time no one teased or said something mean to me. Wow. I know. Just. Wow. 

I settled my stuff in the hotel room; I made myself comfortable. Yet, I'm still thinking what awaits me. I'm on my own now. Yes. I'm living my dream. 

*

I went out the hotel and grabbed dinner. I was on my own, and I don't feel ashame because I'm a grown up now.

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Do you guys know who Marcel Styles is? This story is not about One Direction althrough out though. But they will have a big part of it. 

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