Being One Direction's Siblings

​"Why did I not died? - 4

I woke up groggy, disoriented and confused. My surroundings were unfimilar. I lay on a white bed, in a white room. A kind looking woman in white stood next to me, then my mom came rushins to my side.

"Waliyha! My baby! Are you alrigth!" mom cried.

"Umm ... yea what happened?" I asked, feeling sober.

"You fainted. Mom was worried, so we brought you to the hospital." Bilal comly expained to me. Mom was escourted out of the room. Bilal explained what had happened before I fainted. I begun to cry into my little brother's shoulder.

"Why did I not died?" I cried.

"Sis. I would never be happy again if you died. I would rather you runaway and be happy then die tortured." Bilal quitely said, trying not to cry.

"Everything is fine. Waliyha had only fainted because she was frightened of death you'll be fine now." the doctor notified us, "Althought if she is frightened she'll faint again."

"Thank you for your help doctor." dad said in a serious tone.

"Now go home and get some rest." the doctor order us with a sweet smile. He escourted us out of his room.

The car ride home was silent, but tense. Muhammad kept on babbling nonsense.

We got home and all went to sleep immediately. my head throbbed with pain.

God know what will become of us tomorrow. u thought to myself before falling into a fearful sleep.

*BEGINNING OF NIGHTMARE*

I was home alone in the middle of the winter and there was a snow storm outside.

I woke up and felt extremely thirsty. I went downstairs to get some water. It was dark in the kitchen and stupid me didn't turn on any lights except the lights coming out from the refrigerator.

I soon drank up the water, turned around and was about on my way to the bed. Suddenly before I knew anything of it I felt a cold feeling behind my neck. I turned around of course which I soon would regret.

In front of me sitting on the kitchen table there was a black shape. It was like a man BUT it wasn’t a man.

I got paralyzed by chock but I could see that eyeless, faceless dark shape slowly rising up from the table, VERY SLOWLY and started to walk towards me. It wasn’t a walk but I just can’t explain how, all I knew is it was coming closer.

As soon as I felt back to my self again I turned around like a lightning speed. The only thing I had in mind was to

GET THE **** OUT OF THERE.

I was running like hell towards the door which lead to out of my house at incredible speed I never imagine I could run.

I was running and running, I could see the door in front of me BUT I NEVER GOT TO IT. I got panicked but kept running.

In the meanwhile I turned my face back to look at it, it was just coming closer and closer and closer.

The dark man had a large axe, he was about to swing it at me.

Just then I saw the face clearly. It was my father. Blood, and bruises covered his face. He looked like the creepy girl from the conjuring movie.

I screamed out load.

*END OF NIGHTMARE*

I suddenly woke up in my own pool of sweat, crying. Mom and Bilal quickly ran into my room.

"Waliyha!" mom cried, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Are you ok?" Bilal asked, with fear in his eyes. I couldn't answer. I just sobbed uncontrolablly.

"Bilal, bring some water for Waliyha," Mom ordered Bilal, smoothing out my hair. Bilal did as he was told.

"I want my real family back." I cried into my mom's shoulder. Bilal came back with a cold glass of water, mom tucked me in and Bilal spelt on my bed, to get anything I needed, while I had to sleep on the ground.

*NEXT MORNING*

I woke a little shaky. I folded all my clothes that had been laying on my bedroom floor. I put them away properly, only to find out that dad wants me to take all my things and move it out my room.

"I will stay in Waliyha's room. All my clothes and things will be there from now on." dad explained to mom and Bilal. I listened to the confineds of my room. "Tell Waliyha to take out all her clothing from that room. Also all of her things. I want nothing to do you or that devil daughter of yours."

I begun to cry again.

"In Aughsut I will live this house. I'll pay for you for the month of September, only." dad continued.

It is all my fault. I cried.

Bilal slowly, helped me take all my clothing to mother's room and my books and things to his.

Tonight I'll be sleeping on Bilal's extra bed, in his room.

The next two weeks were torture. Everything mom, or Bilal would see me they would critise everything I did. My life became even harder to live in. Dad would call me meaner words, behind my back.

I. HATE. My. LIFE.

"I wish you really did die." Bilal would say muptiple times a day.

"It is all your fault that this family is now broekn." Mom reminded me everything she saw me.

Everything is falling apart! I cannot live like this anymore!

*Two weeks later, at night*

I would rather you runaway and be happy then die tortured. Bilal voice rang in my ears all week.

I had to runaway! I thought to myself before falling asleep.

*FIRST DREAM*

I had a fight with my family. I decided I had to runaway.

I was hiding on a train and police were after me.

*NEXT DREAM*

I flew away on a dragon.

A bigger, black dragon was chasing me.

*THE NEXT FIVE OTHER DREAMS*

I would runaway from home on something scary.

But every time something scrarier would chase after me.

*LAST DREAM*

I was sleeping in my bed in a very deep sleep.

As everyone does in sleep we unconscious open our eyes for a few seconds and then sleep again.

The second I opened by eyes I was freezed by chock. In front of my bed in the dark corner of my room there was this senseless, cold, eyeless, faceless dark, black shape again.

I got so chocked I thought I was in hell even if it lasted only for a few seconds.

I soon came to my self again and turned on the light quickly and then it was gone.

*END OF DREAM*

I rushed to turn on the lights. The rest of the night I kept on thinking of running away.

*BEGINNING OF DREAM*

"Runaway, Waliyha."

"Runaway."

"Go far away."

"Leave them, and save yourself."

"Runaway, Waliyha. GO NOW!"

I heard a big scream come from everyside of the room.