Being One Direction's Siblings

Chapter 3

Suffocation.

Death.

That is all I felt. I felt like I was dieing.

I was suffocating on that horrid pill. My throat was clogged. I was chocking on my life. I was going to die.

The pill passed down my throat, as I drank water, but a new pain had begun immediately.

A burning sensation fill my chest. My head throbbed in pain. The scars on my arms stung. And I begun I cry.

My eyes leaked with pain, and depression as my last moments ran down my cheek. My body became weak, I was now unable able to keep myself standing. I sat in a corner of my bed as the thoughts of death roamed around my room and my head.

I was sobbing uncontrollably into my hands.

As I sobbed mother had been feeling the same suffocation feeling as she threw out all my clothiers to the ground.

"Just throw them all away. We will only keep the ones on our back. We don't need any." Mom muttered, continuing to empty out my closet. once my closet was nearly empty she had gone to empty out all of her clothes. I fell on to my bed laying down as I cried in sever pain. My body ached everywhere. I felt broken, lost and torn.

"This is it," I told myself, quietly,"This is the end of my life. Everything is over! I am about to die in a matter of minutes."

I continued to cry.

" Is this not what I had wanted all my life. To die and to get away from this horrid hell life." I mumble to myself, "I had only thought death would be quick, and painless. I was ingot rant to life and death. It is not a walk in the park. I am going to die in pain."

Just as I continued to cry, my life had flashed before my eyes. All of the laughs and smiles I had shared with the people I loved the most. All the wonderful happy moments I had experienced through my life time. I saw all the propel who kept me alive through all my struggles at home. It felt like a dream, a fairy tale, vanishing memories lost in the past.

"Why am I still not dead? It is over! Just take me now! Don't kill me any slower!" I cried.

Then, all the horrid memories of my life flashed before. All the times I was abused, and tortured. It had felt like the worse nightmare experience. Just before I couldn't take it any longer the Memories of my real family flashed before my eyes and vanished into the thin air like a faded picture.

They are the only reason I am still alive. I won't die anything I see all of my real family. I will fight anything I see them. I won't relax. I thought to myself in strong determination. I will see them one way or another!

"Why aren't you taking out all if your clothing!" The man I call my dad shouted at me with no heart. He walked by my room to check if we were doing as he had ordered as to do.

I silently cried as I threw out all if my clothing.

"It is a landfill of clothing!" He muttered going to the living room.

"Waliyha!" mom called from her room.

I slowly picked myself up and went to her. There was a mountain if clothing laying on her floor.

Mom motioned for me to sit next to her on the bed.

"Just sit here. Wait to see what happens next." Mom said calmly stroking my hair.

Father stood at the door way. He just silently watched us cry. A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"What did you finally eat it?" He sarcastically cried.

"Yes." Mom slowly nodded.

"What!? Did you really!?" Dad cried. Mom and I both nodded our heads.

"Did you really?" He asked nothing of as several times.

"Yes! We both did! One whole each!" Mom cried. Dad immediately fell to the ground and crow like a child.

"They'll take me to jail now! All my happiness will be gone. These two boys' lives will be desired as we'll. This scantily will go downhill!!!!!!" He cried mumbling to himself. Dad had banged his head on the wall a couple of times crying and mumbling to himself.

"Dis you really eat them!?" Dad asked again, dozen more times. He begun to shake and cry uncontrollably.

"What do I do now?!" He cried getting up and putting on his outdoor clothing, "Who do I call?"

He continued to mumble things I couldn't quite understand.

"Bilal!" Dad called my 10 year old brother.

"Coming!l" Bilal called back, running to dad.

" Go and look for the poison emergency number." Dad order Bilal..

Mom held me tighter as I continued to cry.

"Please forgive me. I am sorry I put us into this. I had to." Mom cried, begging for forgiveness. As much I as wanted to forgive her. I couldn't tell her. My mouth could no longer form any proper words.

"Tell me. Did you really eat it?! If they cannot find it we will be in more deep trouble." Dad asked once agin shaking.

"Yes!" Mom replied, clearly very pissed and annoyed off at my father.

Dad looked at me feared for his life. I silently nodded.

Moments later, My ears popped, all the noises felt like a distant thing. My bison became external dark and blury. The blood rushed towards my head. Darkness begin to cloud my eyes.

I feel into a deep aleep.