Charity Case (One Direction)

Chapter 4

That nightmare made my insides freeze every single time. It was horrible.

But the worst thing was that it kept coming, reminding me about the fact that I could have saved her.  Night after night after night...

I couldn’t bear hearing my own mom telling me that it was my fault that she died. It was possibly the worst feeling in the world. Imagine your mom telling you that it was your fault that she died? Horrible right?

Not that I want your pity. I don't deserve that much positive attention. At all.

But I had to move on and get ready. I sighed. I was still in my striped pajamas shorts and a plain yellow t-shirt on and I had to be downstairs soon.

I decided to wear my black jean shorts, a black tank top with a loose floral top over it, my old black converse and my silver necklace with a cross on it. It meant a lot to me.

I braided my long dark brown hair in a messy fishtail braid on the side of my head and putted on a little layer of mascara.

I looked awful if you asked me. But could I look pretty? I don’t think so. At least I didn’t feel beautiful at all really.

Just looking at my reflection in the mirror made me want to cut again, but I didn’t have the time. Unfortunately.

Anyway. I had to go downstairs. Just the thought of it made me shiver. I hated this place. You will soon be out I told myself. You will soon turn 18. Just the thought of soon getting out of this place made me a little bit calmer. Like a stone was lifted from my heart.

When I made my way downstairs I felt everyone’s gaze on me. Not gazes telling me how happy they where to see me. No – that mean kind of gazes that told me to dig a hole and die in it.

Then I met Sophie’s gaze. The looked amazing – like always. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a white top and pink ballerinas. Also she was wearing a One Direction necklace.

“Well. That’s about time you show up Alexandra,” Mrs. Berry said with her voice full of disgust, “you could at least have dressed up? Anyway. Stand in the line beside Sophie over there.”

She pointed to the spot beside Sophie. Great – standing beside her would make me look even fatter and even more ugly than I already was.

“Hello orphans. In a few minutes One Direction will arrive. They will choose about 3 of you to help. When they get in they already have your files, so you don’t have to say a word. Just stand there and smile. Understood?” she said with a fake smile on her face.

“I expect you to-“ five boys entering the room cut of Mrs. Berry.

“Oh. Hello boys,” she began, “welcome to The Berry Orphanage. I consume you have already decided who you wanted to help?”

I swear. I have seen one of these boys before, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where.

“Well, before we announce who we chose, we should introduce ourselves! I’m Liam,” said a boy with short brown hair. He was wearing some pretty nice clothes. He seemed really mature. Maybe it was his voice that made him seem mature, or maybe it was the calm radiations he sent.

“I’m Niall,” said a blonde boy. He had an Irish accent. He had kind blue eyes and a playful smile. He seemed nice I guess. He didn’t seem as mature as that Liam guy, but he also had something calming but in the same time carefree about him.

“I’m Harry, lovely to meet you all!” a dude with brown curls said. He had a pretty deep voice. He had a pretty nice smile I guess – and some cute dimples.

“I’m Zayn,” said a tanned boy with black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He looked like the bad guy kind of type. You know that kind of guy who skates and makes graffiti? That kind of guy.

“And I’m Louis,” said the last boy smiling until we had eye contact. He had messy brown hair and blue eyes. I know I knew those eyes. Wait a second!

He was that douche I accidently walked into that day on my walk. Now I’m just glad they wouldn’t pick me. He seemed like he wished just as much as I did they hadn’t chosen me.

I almost changed my mind and wished that they had. Just to annoy him. He deserved that. I already decided that I couldn’t stand that guy and –

Harry, I think, cut of my thoughts speaking.

“We’re now going to announce the names on the ones of you we chose. It was a very hard decision – so don’t take it too personally if we haven’t chosen you. We will visit this orphanage a few times, so this won’t be the last time we see each other,” Harry said sending us all a warm smile with his dimple showing.

 Please don’t choose me. Please don’t. I will make it on my own! I certainly don’t need this Louis guys help.

“The first person we chose is Cheyenne Millers,” Harry said. Cheyenne squealed of happiness and hugged the girls beside her.

“The next person we chose is Anna Smith,” Niall said, the one with the Irish accent. Wasn’t it Niall? I’m almost positive it is.

Anna looked like she was going to faint of happiness.

“The next and last person we chose-“, Zayn began, “is-“

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So you got a cliffhanger! :-D

Who is the last person they chose? Sophie? Alex? Someone else? Wait and see.

"I can do all this through him who gives me strength." Phillipians 4,13

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