Warning: This Fanfiction Contains some depression and mention of self harm. If this upsets you don't read. It won't be severe, I am just warning you the idea is in the story. I don't want to make it seem that a mental disorder is "cute", please do not take that away from this story.
A big factor in this story is also God and Jesus. It has Christian beliefs, as the main character believes in that. If it goes against your beliefs and you are not comfortable with the mention of God, I suggest not to read. I am not very religious, but I try my hardest to connect with God. I do not know the Bible as well as others but from what I have learned in my Theology class (Jesus class as my friends like to call it) I will try and make this as realistic as possible, apart from the living dead thing.
Enjoy.
-srd
I twirl my pencil in the air as I sit on the old floor of the old living room. It has become quite dirty, but I can't do anything about it. I am startled when the door handle starts to jiggle. In walks Ms. Patti, the real estate agent whose been trying to sell this ancient place for the last three years. I don't move from my position as I am very comfortable here.
"Boys, this is the last place I can show you. It is very set off from the rest of the community and has enough space. It fits your requirements." Ms. Patti welcome four very tall boys into the house. They all wear black ripped jeans and band shirts. A boy with raven hair walks over to the wall I lean against. He studies it for a second.
"Of coarse if you buy the place, you can always paint over those silly drawings." Ms. Patti tells the raven haired boy.
"I don't think they are silly, I like them." The boy says, revealing his thick Australian accent. I mentally thank him, if they painted over them I would feel horrible as they were my drawings.
"Well Lads, I like the place!" shouts another boy, his blondish messy hair held back by a bandana. He too was Australian. "How long did you say it was on the market?"
"Almost three years now." Ms. Patti answers the boy. The four boy look at each other, making the decision.
"Ms. Patti, we will take it!" The one with blonde hair and ocean blue eyes declares. Yet again, another Australian.
"Oh Goodies!" She cheers," There is one thing I have to notify you of."
"What is that?" The raven hair boy asks.
"The reason the last family left this place is because their daughter passed away in the house."
I smile as Ms. Patti tells my story, she will scare away the costumers once again.
"Cool, we will definitely take it." Bandana boy states with a grin. My mouth drops in shock.
{Hello! I hope you enjoy this 5sos Fanfiction! All ideas are mine. Please do not copy! And Please enjoy!
Xoxox Sadie Rose}
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Lost Kids (a.i.)
Fanfiction"Wow! How did you do that!" The blond jumps. I still haven't learned his name. "I'm dead. I don't go by the rules of life, because I am not living life." - All copyright belongs to me. No taking ideas, characters, or plot of story.
