"Dare me to jump off of that jersey bridge
Bet you never had a friday night like this!
Give it up, give it up lets raise our hands!
Look up to the sky and I see red!"
. . .
My alarm clock went off with Pierce the Veil's song 'king for a day', honestly I wouldn't wake up unless they woke me up. I groaned into my unicorn as I buried my head into it. I was still on the ground.
"Please won't you push me for the last time I'll scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing I don't want this anymore...."
The song continued. I crawled to my night stand and pulled the cord.
"Ahha! Take that evil genius alarm clock! Who's the genius now?!" I poked my tongue out at the alarm clock and blew the hair out of my face. Being the genius that I am I tripped over the cord, face planting into the hard floor, beside my unicorn.
"What's wrong with you unicorn? I thought you were my friend." I pouted and squinting my eyes at the unicorn. Woah, creapy toy story moment, I think the unicorn just smirked at me. I once again blew the hair out of my face and smacked the unicorn.
"Ha! Take that creepy purple fuzz ball!" I shouted at the thing as it rolled on the ground.
I'm hungry.
FOOD!!!!!
"Batman away!!!" I ran to the kitchen in my underwear and swung the frudge door open. I frowned.
"Noooooo!!!!" I stuck my head in the coolness of the fridge and sobbed.
"What. Happened. To. All. My. Food!?" I questioned banging my head on the surface of my counter after every word.
Hey I thought we would buy oreos today! My brain screamed at me.
"Calm your shit dumbass." I moaned to my brain with my forehead on the counter, my eyes shut.
Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
"I didn't wake up on a bed moron!" I laughed but I was angry because I ran out of food. I got it!
Wait, oh shit! My flight for Australia is in an hour!
Oh well, I have time!
I ran back to my room once again in my underwear. I wonder what happened to my pants.
I opened my closet and stared at my wardrobe.
What to wear, what to wear?
I pulled out an over sized white t shirt and black ripped jeans. Then I remembered I have to wear my 'Lily Jones' desguise. I pulled my clothes off, sighing. Instead of my choice of clothing I pulled on a bright yellow thick strapped dress, that was extremely tight and too short... For a five year old. I slipped on black heels along with a pearl necklace and earings. I walked to the mirror and eyed my look. Mission complete. I look like...well...Lily Jones. My wavy-ish brown hair fell into position, below my shoulders. I scrunched my nose up, I need...make up. Yes! Thats it. I walked to the drawer of desguises, in there I have make up. I applied some mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and some blush here and there. To top my disguise off I wore a black fedora and Raybans, don't ask from where I got them, considering I live in a cave, lets just say that I'm a 'pick pocket'.
I turned to my phone to check the time 7:37 a.m. Okay flight leaves in half an hour. I threw all my clothes messily into a suitcase, along with my disguises and money. I grabbed a luxury handbag and slung it over my shoulder.
After I kissed or hugged or said bye to just about everything in my cave, I rolled my suitcase out of the cave and threw my handbag out with it before running back inside for my purple unicorn.
"Don't worry bud, I'd never leave you behind." I squeezed the the fuzz ball.
After a long walk to the airport in the dim morning light, I remembered I'd forgotten to buy my goddamn oreos!
My flight is in five minutes. I walked to the foodcourt eyeing every restaurant with hungry eyes and a possible drooling.
Finally, I chose to get something from each place ^.^. I'm not supposed to steal while in disguise because it could blow my cover, but I might've 'borrowed' a chocolate chip cookie from subway after ordering a foot long. Then I walked to McDonalds on the other side and ate two cheese bugers, ten piece chicken nuggets, lagre fries, large coke and two mcflurry's. And yes I finished that in time for my flight.
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I've been sitting in this bloody plane for five hundred centuries, being bored out of my mind.
I wonder what it'd be like if I were an oreo? Hummmm.......not too good if there is another person like me, eating oreos as 99% of my life.
My thoughts drifted to the one thought keeping me awake at night, the one thought that haunted my dreams.....
Is this a life? Is this even living? What am I doing here? Will I escape this? Will I ever be able to be myself? Will I ever be accepted into this world as I am?
Thinking of this got me depressed about what I'm doing. When I get depressed I get hungry. But I'm on a fucking foodless plane!
The thing about my life of hiding and running is what keeps me alive. What gives me the thrill to want to continue to live.
But why should I?
My awful mental bipolar thoughts kicked in as usual, drifting me to sleep.
Thats when I remembered I have a fucking fear of planes! I was shaken awake with a loud gasp, earning strange looks from the other passengers. I swallowed and pulled the blinds down on my window. I fidgeted with my fingers as my breathing picked up. No not again. My eyes widened and I began to choke on my small breaths. I gripped the ends of the handles of the seat. From the corner of my eye I noticed the boy beside me reach for me to try to calm me down. He put a hand on my shoulder and looked at me, concern was shown in his features. He wore dark sunglasses and a hat aswell. The last thing I saw was him picking me up, his lips were moving, shouting even but I couldn't make out any sound, then my vision was blurred and covered in dark spots until I was out like a light.
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