Unnatural (OneDirection FanFic) EDITING

Chapter One: Pain

     Chapter One; Pain

     IRIS' POINT OF VIEW-

  I arrive home to be welcomed with terrifying screams upstairs. The main screams belong to my sister,  Destiny's and some of them my Mum's shouts. I stood in the front doorway, just in pure silence. Quietly shutting the door behind me so no one outside could hear the yelling clearly. There was no way I was going upstairs to see the bloody fighting in front of my very eyes. So, I took one step forward and ended up retrieving that one step. I was in complete fear and trauma. The screams turned into one voice and that one voice transferred in a crying scream which made me run into the backyard, slamming the door quite loud enough for my Mum to hear  and notice it and leave Destiny alone.

        A glimpse of my Mum hastily coming downstairs as I race towards the fence. I place my right foot over a plant plot and vastly threw up my hands onto the top of the fence pulling over my left leg. I manage to throw over my right leg as my mother shot out of the door screaming out my name. Her movements were fast as a bullet, aiming directly at me.

   Right as I'm about to jump off, she grabs my hair. I scream in agony due to my limp body already over the wooden fence except for my head dangling over the other-side. I try my hardest to turn my body position and swipe at my Mum's hand that was fiercely holding onto my blonde hair. I dig my nails into her strong hand in which I got in return a scream of pain and then my hair was let go of, I fell onto the grass, my whole body becoming numb as it crashes onto the grass harshly.

                                 " You little piece of shit! You're going to get it twice much worse for making my hand bleed!" She shouts out with rage. I lay on the grass limply, feeling extremely weak. My body ached in pain as  I wallow in sorrow for Destiny. She never dared to make an escape. She always went through those savage beatings as I made an escape for my life. One day my Mum isn't going to lighten up and she's going to kill us. Maybe that's why I find it much more easier to just run away.

          Get up, and run she's coming for you Iris.

With that I pull myself together and begin to run for my life. Even if my ribs crack at the slightest breath of air. It was either staying to be brutally beaten or running away to see another day.

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 The cold icy water splashes against my bare ankles as I violently run through the puddles, going North. My eyes were straight ahead and kept on looking forward, not ever daring to look back. A small alley caught my eye, where I could hide and take a break. There were loads of water puddles from the early rain, keeping this alley occupied. 

          I threw up my hands into the thin air, fiercely slamming the brick wall creating the water puddles to splash forcefully against the walls also. I crouch against the dirty brick walls and then plop down to sit, getting into a fiddle position. I stare blankly off into the distance, not looking at anything. Just off into space.

  Soon wild emotions overtook me. Tears stung my bright blue eyes, begging to come out and I don't resist this time. I knew what would await me at home, I knew what would come next soon. All there was inside of me was a little bit of hope, that maybe things will turn around. After hope dies I'm left with one unanswered question.

Why is this happening?!

Did I do something to make this happen? Am I the only person feeling so much pain and heart break? I surely can't be the only one, but it feels like it. It feels like there is no one else. No one ever asks if I'm dying inside, but of course I'd never say the truth if it came to it.

 My Mum pays for food. She pays for my JC college and the books I need for it. She gives us a place to rest and it's not so easy to just pack everything up and leave. It's so much more than that. You're leaving a place you were born with memories and not all of my memories are horrible. 

  There were good times. 

Just as there is bad.

But we tend to only remember the bad unlike the great. Don't lie about that, because we all do it. As seconds turn into hours, the pitch black sky hangs over head. The cold doesn't bother me like it should, but I get up on my legs. Ignoring the savage agony all over my weak body. While my legs carry me home, it always dawns on me that I always go back.

But it's like when women get slapped by their husbands, they always go back.

It's just that this time, I always go back to my Mum.

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 I was sprawled out on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably. I had my door locked, being able to hear the audible kicks and slams. My Mum is pounding on the door fiercely. I got up and went into my bathroom, seeing that there was a girl in the mirror.

   With four forming bruises on her arms.

 Her hair was like a rat's nest, and her bright unnatural blue eyes starred deeply back at me. 

 It pains me to say that girl is me, and as much as I wish to leave Ireland, I can't. Even though everything in me screams yes, my will isn't complying. So, I fall back onto my bed wincing. 

   The worst pain is my heart, and it hurts deeply.