Zayn pov:
I climb out of my car door, starting to walk towards the orphanage. I knock at the mistress' door, seconds later it opens. "Mr.Malik you must be gentle around your sister for about 6-12 months. Understand?" She says. The look on my face shows confusion, so she hands me Willow's file.
Week 37
'Saw willow silently drawing yet another photo of unknown face. Got her to a doctor saying she was suffering from anxiety, depression, and FPP. To far into all of It to take medication.
My twin was suffering while I was living the dream. Then 3 photos fall onto the desk. I stare at them, I see the scars on her arm on one photo. Big bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days on another. But the last one was the worst. Drawings, photos of drawings the drawings had been Liam, niall, Harry, Louis, and somewhat me. It had the hair and that, instead of my facial features, all it had was my hazel eyes and a faded question mark.
I opened her door to see her clutching her arm, but what was the worst was that red was stained on her sleeve. And I knew what it was.
Sorry forgot updating sooner, busy with school finals soon,
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Lost Wishes -Discontinued-
Fanfiction~Unedited~ Willow was 18 in an orphanage. What if Willow had a real family? What if her real family was looking for her? What if her real family was real famous? Zayn (Zain) Malik her twin. Will she find him? Will she remember her love? ~Louis Tomli...
