She Will Be Loved(1D Fanfiction)

Evie meets these five boys and may even save her. Can they change her view of life? Will she fall for one? Maybe two? Will they both fall for her? Some hearts will break, but will mend in time. Do I sense betrayl? Lies? Secretcy?:O Read and find out!


2. 2. The Story

It’s been awhile since I’ve been to school since before now, maybe around a year and a half or so. But I’ve been getting better by the help of my new friends... Anyway I was in the beginning of 10th grade, almost 16, but this is how the story goes:

“Ok Evie, truth or dare?” Brenda questioned me impatiently, while we were having a slumber party at her house. I decided to take a chance; oblivious to me was what I was actually risking. But I responded with a hesitated “dare.” She paused for a moment grinning, then rested her head on the palm of her hand, and went into some deep thought. It took her a couple minutes, and every one that went past made me even more nervous. But she finally came up with something, even I didn’t see this coming, but I probably should have after all I’ve been through. She proceeded with, “Tell me... (she thinks for an extra couple seconds) ... your biggest secret and I mean your biggest, deepest, darkest, juiciest secret.” I hesitated, my face blank, I can feel myself losing energy and turning pale. Then my hands started getting clammy and I’m completely frozen in shock. I start to think I’m actually going to faint. I feel like I’m starting to lose myself and give into the darkness, and I think Brenda realizes what is happening when she slaps me back to reality, and I mean literally slaps me back.

“Ouch, Brenda, I’m just tired that’s all sorry.” The lie oozes out of my mouth like foam on a rabid dog. She continues with, “Well, what is it already? C’mon, it can’t be that bad, I promise I won’t tell a soul unless it has to do with life or death.” She pleads, while laughing historically at herself like it was the most ridiculous thing she could have said. Then I planned on trying to get away with something as simple as, “Ok, Brenda I think your brother Blake is hot.” It wasn’t a lie either, her brother was smoking. But she wouldn’t buy it, I shouldn’t say buy it because everyone says that to her 24/7, but she wouldn’t let me get away with that this time. I drew in a long breath. I think about it for a second and come to conclude that we’ve been besties for almost a year now; I think I can trust her with my one and only biggest life secret that can put me in a mental hospital if word got out. The more I thought about it the more I didn’t want to. OH WELL I AM TELLING HER! I am SO SICK of thinking; my head is going to explode! I just let it all rush out of me in jumbles.

I say, “You probably won’t believe me anyway but here it goes, ok, well since I was little I had these abilities no one else has...” I paused thinking if this is the right thing to do. She gives me a puzzled and confused look. She noticed I realized her facial expression because it faded once I continued to say, “I can see things other people can’t, I have these visions of bad things happening during the night and at first I thought they were just nightmares. I would talk to my mom about them when she would wake me up and tell me I was screaming and crying. Then she would tell me it was going to be ok.” I glanced over at Brenda and noted her face softening a lot and it looked like she actually had shed some tears. Probably because she knows it is hard to talk about my mom since she was murdered protecting me when our home was broken into. But I hate it when people give me their sympathy! It makes me feel weak when I'm not! I hate it so much because it’s just them feeling bad for me and I hate that! Anyways my dad was killed in the military when I was two so I didn’t even know him, and I live with my cousin Aimee, her brother Drew and their mom and dad. I know that it is a lot for their parents to put up with so I try to help around the house as much as I can. But anyways back to the story.

I started again by saying, “Almost every night I would have them. And I still do. But almost every morning I would go into the living room, where my mom was drinking coffee and watching the news, but when I would walk in she would turn off the TV. I didn’t realize why until I got older. I thought about my dreams more carefully and accurately. I would draw sketches of the victims, witnesses, and the criminals. I got older and was on the internet a lot like any other kid. But on the homepage was something I did not expect to see. I read in bold letters: OLD MARRIED COUPLE’S BODY PARTS FOUND IN A RIVER MILES AWAY FROM THEIR HOME. It was exactly what my nightmare was that night before,” I stopped. Her face was completely blank; I can’t believe I actually thought she was going to believe me! But she obviously didn’t when she just cocked an eyebrow and burst out laughing! I was furious!

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