Holding Onto Sanity (1D)

Berlin

The tour bus pulled around the hotel parking lot and there were already fans every where. I groaned and looked away from the window. Once the bus came to halt we stood up and grabbed our suitcases.

"Welcome to Berlin everybody." Liam stretched his arms out. I was eager to go find Victoria's note so I rushed off of the bus.

"Niall! Oh my god!" The screams pierced my ears as I practically ran to the door.

"Niall over here!" They called my name. I went into the building and got my key from the desk person.

"Hey, why are you in such a rush?" Zayn put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not." I shrugged and went up to my room. I threw me shit onto me bed and pulled out the tin box and rummaged through the contents. And pulled out the picture of the wall. I walked to my hotel door and opened it, Harry was standing in front of it.

"Oh, hey." He smiled at me.

"Hey, what's up?" I wanted to get out of here, and he was taking up time. Maybe that was a thing though, the fans were outside and they were gunna mob me.

"Not much, just thought we could chill together?" He shrugged.

"I actually gotta go."

"Where?" He looked at me confused.

"No where."

"Niall, secrets don't make friends." He put his hands on his hips.

"We're already friends Harry. I really have to go." I pushed past him but felt the picture slip out of my hand.

"What's this?" He studied it.

"It's mine." I tried grabbing it back but he put it in the air. Damn my shortness.

"Why do you have a picture of the Berlin wall?"

"Harry give it back!" I jumped up and grabbed it and ran down the hall. I got into the elevator but he soon followed.

"What are you hiding?" He tackled me in the elevator as it went down.

"Nothing get off!" I kicked around trying to get his fat arse off of me.

"Not till you tell me what that picture's all about and why you're running off!" He straddled my waist and pinned my arms down.

"Ugh, fine. I didn't see the wall last time we were here. And I really wanted to see it." He looked up like he was thinking, I hoped he was gullible enough to believe it.

"Alright. Have fun." He climbed off of me and straightened out his shirt and the elevator dinged. I walked out and he waved to me. I waved back and looked out the door to see if the fans were still there. I didn't see any so I walked outside and headed towards the wall. Until I heard screaming.

"Shit." I muttered to myself. I began running as fast as my legs could carry me.

The screaming went away and I made it to the wall, I was completely out of breath. Now I have to figure out where the note is. I pulled the picture out of my pocket and examined it looking for any clues. Then I remembered there was a symbol on the back, I flipped it over and looked at the wall searching for the sign. It was a weird little graffiti sketch. I walked along the wall and searched. I lit up once I saw it. I ran to it and grabbed the brick it was on and pulled on it. It easily slid out and in it's place was a thin folder. My hand took hold of it and pulled it out. I then replaced the block into the hole and sat with my back against the wall and opened the folder. I looked for the note first.

"V.Q." It said in cursive looking letters. I ran my thumb over the letters and prepared myself to read. I slowly opened the paper and began to read.

"You're still reading. I'm surprised. Well it's only note number 3, so, let's see how far you'll make it. Only 47 more. Let's get started, shall we?" I took a deep breath and continued.

"Where we left off was, oh yeah, poor little Victoria being orphaned at the age of 5. Well I was put into an orphanage by the state, but got transferred to a foster home. The parents were okay, the kids didn't really like me though. They would taunt me, calling me names like 'The unwanted child'. The parents sensed the kids hated me so I got moved to another house. The same thing happened there. I got moved. Over and over again I switched houses. I was in 10 different homes in only 2 years. I felt like no one liked me. I really was unwanted. I would never be loved. Until when I turned 7 and moved into the Waltman's home. They had only one other child, and she accepted me. She became my friend. She played with me, drew with me, and didn't call me mean names. The only name she called me by was my own. Victoria. She was 8 when I moved in and she felt like a sister. Her parents treated me like a daughter, they loved me. They cared about me. I finally found a place where I was welcome. The girl's name was Penelope, and we spent all of our time together. Her mother would put makeup on our faces and we would giggle with each other about how weird it felt. She even gave me her favorite dolly. 'You're the best sister ever!' She would say and hug me tight. We even convinced her parents to let us share a room. I lived there for about a year until they told me I was leaving. Someone wanted to adopt me. A couple with no children, the Greencoe's. I threw a fit, I had a sister and parents. I was a Waltman. Victoria Quinn Waltman. That was my name. I knew it was. But they pulled me away from my family. The Greencoe's came and took me to their house. They lived in a one story home, it was fairly nice, but not as nice as my old house. They showed me my new room and helped me unpack. Mrs. Greencoe was real nice. She would buy me toys, and dolls, and crayons. And she would play with me sometimes. But when she had to work late, or went out with friends, Mr. Greencoe would watch me. He would make me macaroni and cheese and watch movies with me, but he said I have to do something for him since he was so nice to me. When I would be in my room he would come in, and I knew what was going to happen, he would touch me, and I cried, but he didn't care. He told me it was only right that he get something in return. And on some nights he made me touch him. This went on for a good 2 years. And Mrs. Greencoe had no idea, he told if I said anything he would hurt me. So I kept my mouth shut. He raped me for the first time when I was ten. It hurt, and I bled. But he only hurt me harder. I was scared. I cried myself to sleep every night we were alone. That's it for now. Go to the next location for more.

~Victoria Quinn" I stared at the note in disbelief. This girl was raped repeatedly and no one knew about it. Fury grew in my stomach. How could someone do that to a fucking 10 year old? Images of him touching a little girl flashed in my head, her screams filling my brain. I jumped up trying to get away from those thoughts. But it didn't work. I screamed out and held my head in my hands.

"Are you okay mister?" A little boy looked at me startled.

"Yeah, i'm fine." I waved him off and sat back down. I had to find out if someone helped her. I looked into the folder and pulled out pieces of paper. I peered at each one trying to figure out where the next note was. There was a picture of a large bridge, and the colosseum. Rome. That's where it is. Dammit. We were going to Switzerland first. I'll just have to wait.