Author's note: This is suppose to be a One Direction fan fiction but they only come in on chapter 9. Feel free to skip the first few chapters. And please leave a comment so I can improve on my writing. I appreciate it!
Chapter 1
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My head hurt so much. Like it was under high pressure and is about to blow up any time. My vision was fuzzy and I could hardly make out the faint noises in the background, just moanings. I hear the noises of beep beep coming from a machine. I got so annoyed I buck up from the bed.
A hospital...the smell of antiseptic. I frowned. Why was I on the bed, wearing one of those patient's gown with bandages all over my body, especially my head. There were tubes stuck to my arms and one in my nose. I picked up a nearby mirror and studied my reflection. Cuts on my face and red swollen eyes. There were bruises and wounds on my arms and legs but I ignored them.
Who am I? How did I ended up like that? How old was I? I freaked out. And ran out of the room and looked at my surroundings. Doctors rushed by and nurses just went by.
'Where am I?' I yelled but no one answered or even bothered to stop and look. 'Hello?' People just shoved past me and nurses ran me over while rushing a patient into the emergency room. It didn't hurt. But why was I invisible?
It is all a bad dream. I kept telling myself. Doctors suddenly pulled out syringes and enclosed me in a circle. 'Aaah!' I screamed as they shot the needle all over me. Some went into my head, my eyes, my back, everywhere. Fighting back even though I felt pains and burns, I managed to escape the doctors grasps and fled out of the building.
'Ow!' It was in the afternoon and the sidewalk was scorching it burnt my bare soles. Nobody seemed to notice me at all. Someone ran over me with a bike and made a deep gash on my neck. A man smashed a glass against my head as shards cut my face. I burst into tears. I was not treated like a human, or I was not treated like I was there.
I did not know who I was. I did not know anything. I had not a single penny. I was a homeless beggar draped in a hideous hospital gown. I was ignored most of the time or passerbys would jab me with their umbrellas. What has gone wrong with the world?
It started pouring heavily. The water stung my wounds as I tried to find shade and finally rested under a awning of a small barista. This was not me but I stole a hoodie from a street stall. I quickly put it on and covered my face. I did not understand what I had did to people that made them hate me so much. Waiters and customers would walk by and slam my face on the table. Soon, my nose bled awfully and it may have also broke.
I gave up trying to reassure myself that I was in a nightmare. Dreams do not hurt. This was so realistic yet not realistic.
I was turning into a scoundrel or a thief. I stole a pair of jeans from a red bag pack, I dug around a garbage bin and found an old shirt wrapped in a plastic bag. I changed out of the green hospital outfit.
I stumbled backwards after letting out a yelp. Leprechauns climbed out of the big rubbish container and moved towards me. Each had a maniac smile glued permanently on his face with a crazed look in his eyes that says "I want to kill you for breakfast!". The leprechauns grinned to reveal rows of sharp fangs.
'Don't!' I shouted at them. I threw a trashcan lid at one of the leprechauns but it just dented the shape of his skull. He was unfazed and advanced even closer. I picked myself up and ran as fast as I could. I looked back and saw the miniature green creatures charging towards me, gaining speed. Losing my footing, I stumbled forward but recovered quickly.
'Get off!' I shrieked. A leprechaun jumped on my ankle and was digging his nails into my flesh. 'Get away!' I tried to shake him off but tripping myself over instead. 'Leave me alone! Go!' More and more of the Irish folk creature crawled over me as one sank its fangs into my calf.
By then, I could hardly breathe, tackled by a sea of green suited leprechauns. The jumped all over me, forcing the air out of my lungs. Leaving scratch marks on my face, they cackled and kicked my head. I tried not to think of the pain as I gasped for air and smacked away some of the leprechauns. I did not know where they came from but their numbers seemed to increase by the hundred. I could not take it anymore. I was defenseless and they already had me pinned to the ground. 'Stop!' I whimpered. 'Stop it! Stop it!' I yelled and sobbed. I curled myself into a ball and shut my eyes, praying that it was just a horrible nightmare.
I shivered, hugging my legs. Slowly, I opened one eye and the other. The leprechauns were all gone, but the damages they did to me were there. I flinched and got up on my feet, staring at the bite mark the leprechauns gave me. I was shaking so vigorously I could not stop myself.
After walking for some time, I stopped at a park. At least there was not anymore nightmares, yet...but my wounds burned and the cold night air was starting to get to me. My head felt overloaded and might burst anytime. Blood was still trickling down my face and my arms. Even my clothes were blood-soaked. Feeling really fatigue, I rested myself on a bench and fell asleep.
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