The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

New Start

Chapter 2

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Birds sang their little morning song in trees. Footsteps pounded on the ground as people jogged by. I squinted my eyes as I aroused from my sleep. For a moment, I was relieved, thinking whatever that had happened was all a dream, until I noticed blood red stains on my hand.

My chest heaved up and down as my heart beat rate increased. I was going bonkers and hysterical. I was in the middle of a park screaming at my hands.

Was it just me or was everyone staring at me today?! Maybe it was because I was screaming, but anyone whoever pointed at me looked down at their newspaper. Filled with curiosity, I strutted to a newspaper booth and caught a glimpse of the front page. The headlines said "Have you seen this girl?" with my face plastered below it.

'Hey, it's you!' The fat lady behind the stall called out. The first thoughts that ran through my head were "I am a wanted somebody, possibly a fugitive or criminal." and "Crap. I'm caught!". I was out of the park in a jiffy because the lady pulled out a phone and dialed for the police.

'Dizzy...' I mumbled unconsciously. It just crossed my mind that I had not eaten for twenty hours straight. A storm brewed in my body, making rumbling noises every ten seconds. My legs were wobbling and I could not think straight.

I erupted with laughter. A very silly laugh boomed through the sky. It was familiar yet not familiar. Out of nowhere, a skinny yellow leg stomped on Big Ben. Stone rubbles and concrete pieces flew everywhere. I covered my head as pieces rained on me. I had a few cuts but I could not bother less. Another yellow leg came down on the buildings and crushing innocent people.

'Run away!' I shouted at a bunch of kids standing quite near the giant foot. Nobody seemed to notice the mayhem caused by the yellow feet. They died and just like that. They died.

The nightmare was beginning again! Aaah! 'I am Spongebob Squarepants!' I could now see the body and the face of the yellow giant. A sponge.... 'I am out of the water!' He giggled more amused than evil.

'Cut it out!' I waved my hands at the giant sponge. I turned around as a big chunk of the Big Ben's clock hurled towards my direction. My brows knitted together when there was no impact after a minute later. It is gone? There were no humongous legs, no Spongebob Squarepants, not even a single wreckage. So what was that just now?

I took a shaky breath and tried not to think of the people eyeing me. I pulled my hood over my head and covered my face the best I could. On the bridge, I thought I heard someone calling out for help. I peeped over the bridge and saw a little girl struggling in the sea.

'Help.' The girl pleaded, her pale face worn an expression of exhaustion. 'Drowning!' She sputtered and flailed her arms helplessly.

'Hang on.' I stood on the wall and readied myself to jump in when I felt a hand pulling me down. 'Let go! I need to help her.'

An old man frowned at me. 'Why are you trying to commit suicide? You have a whole life ahead of you. Don't just throw it away.'

'You don't understand. There's a girl in the water. And she can't swim!' I hit the man aside and he fell onto the ground, injuring his head.

Passerbys gasped at me and rushed over to his side to help him. 'What is the meaning of this?!' A man demanded.

'I-I-I...' I stammered. 'I had to help her.' I pointed at the sea.

'There is no one there.' The man told me, raising his eyebrow. 'Are you alright, miss?'

What? No girl? I stared down at the sea. 'Oh my god!' I stepped back. The sea was blood red. Literally. The little girl's head was afloat, blood pouring out of her empty sockets. Her mouth moved even though she looked dead. 'Stay away from me!' I yelled at the head. 'Is anyone seeing this? She's a ghost!'

'There is nothing down there!' He argued. 'Are you sure you saw something? I think I should take you down to the hospital. Or maybe the alyssum. Come along miss.' He grabbed my arm firmly. 'Follow me while I take this poor old man.'

'No, really. I'm fine.' I reassured the doctor but he did not listen anyway. He took a flashlight and examined my eyes. 'Doctor...I am perfectly healthy. I'm not going out of my mind!' I smacked his hand away.

The doctor turned to his nurse and whispered to her ear. She nodded and walked out. I managed to catch the word "Therapist".

'I do not want a therapist!' I burst in outrage. 'I am not going mental! I would like to leave this instant.' I got up to leave but the doctor told me off firmly.

'Sit. Here.' He ordered. 'In the meantime, the nurses will come and clean your wounds and get you a change of clothes. Also a bath.' He added quickly, crinkling up his nose.

'Maybe some food too?' I suggested.

'So what did you see?' The therapist, Mrs Collgan asked, holding a pen and a notepad.

'I woke up in a hospital, and I was pretty much invisible. People pushed me around, and hit me here and there.' I told her absent-mindedly as I fiddled with my wet hair. 'Then leprechauns attacked me!' Mrs Collgan raised her eyebrows, surprised but nodded for me to continue. 'The next day, there was Spongebob Squarepants. I don't even know what or who that is.' I snorted. 'And a girl was drowning...in a sea of blood...'

'A sea of blood?' She wanted to confirm with me. She sighed as I finished my story and studied my face. Her eyes seemed to have a spark for a moment. As if she just remembered something or noticed something. Maybe she recognized me as the wanted girl on the news.

Crap! Mrs Collgan left the room without another word. Great. She is going to call the authorities. I need a disguise...need to escape again. Mrs Collgan's wallet stuck out from her coat and I grabbed it and stuff it into my pocket. Making sure the coast was clear, I rushed out of a building and managed to sneak into a hair saloon.

I slipped on a pair of sunglasses and requested for a hair cut from this bright looking lady in her young twenties. I asked specifically for a jagged style, up to my shoulders, and bangs that hid my eyes from sight. I think my stylist got annoyed with me because I gave her a lot of things to do. My hair was dyed a white-ish blonde with blue and green streaks. I even got my thick puffy hair straightened. Bye bye to long wavy black hair! I handed her a big wad of cash and purchased a few beauty products in case I needed a mask.

I must have spent hours in the saloon. When I walked out, the sun was setting. Police cars were parked outside the hospital and I quickly turned away.

It was a good thing I had the kind of face that looked totally different with or without fringe. My steps were more confident now I did not have to worry about whether or not I was going to get caught.

I walked into a motel, since I now have some cash (I stole them too but it was not that much...just a couple of hundreds.), I got a room. I was now leading a new life. Whatever I was before a day ago was now history. I got a job at Nandos just beside the motel and a part time entertainer in a pub. Of course not a stripper or pole dancer. Jeez! I still have my dignity even though I am a new person.

I plopped myself on top of the bed. What a day! Finally, a proper bed after two days. I was not sure of all the drama that was happening but it did not help that there was a constant pounding in my head. My chest ached as my left leg seemed to have caught on fire from the inside. Flashes of the horrible people, the evil leprechauns, the mutated sponge and the creepy drowning girl threatened to haunt me and I collapsed trying to get them out of my head.

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