There's one thing in life that I live for- singing.
I can't lie; its my passion. I've been doing it all my life. Singing along to Disney movies, playing my guitar and singing on the streets, belting out random lyrics out of nowhere. I just love it. Well, loved. Then both my parents and my older brother were in a freak accident 2 years ago and died. Ever since then, I haven't let out a single note.
After my whole family died, I guess I was homeless. Familyless. So I was put in a foster home. But then everyone there was so mean to me that I just ran away one night. At that moment I was so glad my parents left me all of their money. Because I can't buy a house yet, I'm not legal, yet I can still buy all of my necessities for living until I turn 16 when I'll get a job and make more money from that.
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I sat up on the park bench, looking around in the darkness of the night, panting and sweating. I had yet another nightmare. The same exact one. The moment when I got the call, hanging out with my friends, that changed my whole life. That twisted my whole future that was so well planned.
Knowing too well that I wouldn't be able to sleep, I blindly snatched my phone from my portable charger and opened up Instagram. The only thing that has made me happy since the accident has been One Direction.
Daydreaming of finally singing again, with One Direction led me to being a big directioner, I guess you would call it. I had a pretty popular fanpage for the five boys. I guess 18k is pretty good. I don't care about my followers though. I just enjoy learning about the boys. Finding out their personalities, how their accents sound, what their ship names are. And I express my love for them on Instagram and twitter.
At first I just listened to their music and played the songs from memory on my guitar with no voice but soon I started looking up their names, their history as a band, and I soon found myself having a great fascination with these five crazy, irresponsible boys. I found myself searching for free wifi so I could see new pictures of the boys, and singing their songs in my head. But I am not mentally ready to sing in voice yet, because I will be reminded of those fresh scars of when my mother and her angelic voice died.
Now don't get me wrong. I would not cry if I got the chance to meet them. I don't think that they're the hottest guys in the world. I realized that people think that when I read my comments on my one direction account. It's just that they are 5 amazing guys who have amazing voices. My favorite voice is Zayn's. His voice gives me shivers every time I hear it. I wish I could sing that good. But now, that's enough about my boring life. Now let's get to why I was glad for the first time that I had a nightmare and woke up in the middle of the night.
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Scrolling through my feed on Instagram, I suddenly felt the need to walk around and stretch. Taking my time, I stood up and started jogging around the park at midnight.
After a few minutes, I suddenly hear talking. As soon as I notice, I freeze, but it's too late.
"Who's there?"
A/N hey! this is a story i wrote a while ago, i hope you all like it!(: p.s. sorry for the grammar and spelling errors.):
