Fly [A One Direction Fanfiction]

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My mother was the best person I ever knew. She would take me to shops all the time, just to watch my face light up as I tried on gorgeous dresses. We would drink tea at the little cafe around the corner, read books, and just talk. She was my best friend, and the only person who truly understood me. She accepted me as the person I was, Schizophrenic or not. 
    	Then, a thunderstorm, a drunk man, and an internationally famous boy-band later, I was stuck in the reality of three choices. I could run away from home, but risk retaliation from my father. There was also the option of continuing on with my life as normal- keeping as under the radar as possible. But the more compelling choice- trusting a complete stranger with my life- has got me thinking. Which choice is the right one, and how will I know, now that the person who held my whole reality together is gone?
    
    (A/N: By writing this story I am in no way trying to make fun of people with Schizophrenia, it was just a story idea. I also sincerely don't mean it if it comes across mean in any way. I'm also really sorry if I get some of the facts or feelings wrong, I haven't had much exposure to Schizophrenia. All feedback is appreciated!) 
    
    Enjoy the story! :)All Rights Reserved

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Fly [A One Direction Fanfiction]
Sat, Jul 25, 2020

My mother was the best person I ever knew. She would take me to shops all the time, just to watch my face light up as I tried on gorgeous dresses. We would drink tea at the little cafe around the corner, read books, and just talk. She was my best friend, and the only person who truly understood me. She accepted me as the person I was, Schizophrenic or not. 
    	Then, a thunderstorm, a drunk man, and an internationally famous boy-band later, I was stuck in the reality of three choices. I could run away from home, but risk retaliation from my father. There was also the option of continuing on with my life as normal- keeping as under the radar as possible. But the more compelling choice- trusting a complete stranger with my life- has got me thinking. Which choice is the right one, and how will I know, now that the person who held my whole reality together is gone?
    
    (A/N: By writing this story I am in no way trying to make fun of people with Schizophrenia, it was just a story idea. I also sincerely don't mean it if it comes across mean in any way. I'm also really sorry if I get some of the facts or feelings wrong, I haven't had much exposure to Schizophrenia. All feedback is appreciated!) 
    
    Enjoy the story! :)

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