Being One Direction's Siblings

​I. Want. To. Leave. Now! - 5

"Agh!"

I opened my eyes and sat upright on my bed. I looked all around me. In the dark all the obstacles looked like dad's face in my nightmare. Fear gripped my body, I was panting like a very thirsty dog.

Moments later my surroundings became familiar. Not wanting to wake anyone up, I lay back down terrified and unable to sleep.

I need to runaway from this place. I thought to used. The voices in my dream are right. I need to go far away from here.

*That Afternoon (Waliyha's father and brothers were shopping and her mother is napping her he living room)*

I begun to pack up 10 sets of clothing, a bunch of smacks, all my allowance ($700), and all my most favourite possessions. I put them all into suitcase which I then stuffed underneath my bed. Along with my runaway outfit. I charged my iPod and put my portable charger in my suitcase. I was getting reading to runaway.

I'll leave tomorrow afternoon, once everyone is napping. I thought to myself.

That night I had another nightmare.

*BEING OF NIGHTMARE*

I was laying on my bed. (Just as I was in real life). At first everything felt normal. But soon after I felt a conviction someone else was also in the room other then Bilal and me.

Sure enough there was a dark hooded figure looking out the window. It looked at Bilal and towards me then back to out the window.

Next it turned around, revealing a face which looked like a cross between dad and the conjuring girl.

*END OF NIGHTMARE*

I woke up. I quickly looked around the room. I was laying on my bed in the same position. everything in the dream was similar to the reality except the hooded figure was not there. Yet, I felt its presence in the exact position I had a seen in my nightmare.

Again I only felt for another 2 hours until I wasn't able to sleep at all.

"Get up! Useless!" Mom screamed, yanking off my blanket.

"Stupid." Mom muttered as she left my room.

Only a couple more hours, Waliyha. Then it will be all over. I thought to myself.

"Waliyha! I am going to the doctors." Mom sternly told me. It was three in the afternoon. Dad, Bilal and Muhammad were asleep.

I. Want. To. Leave. Now! I told myself.

I grabbed my suitcase, and threw on my running away outfit. I slipped my iPod in my front pocket.

I tiptoed out of the house and zoomed out of the building.