Freedom Isn't Only Physical(One Direction Fanfic)

Mary(also known as Mars Bars) was one of the girls you would consider popular. She had a normal life, better than the average person would--but when her father is murdered during a day at work, her mother becomes an empty shell. After a night the both regret, Mary leaves her house in search of a new life--and just so happens to run into five boys that change her life.
(Fanfic about One Direction... and a specific boy. Taken at a realistic pace(I hope). I don't own the cover image!)


2. I Was Ready

I did not flinch, I did not whimper, I did not scream for the oncoming car to stop. No, my eyes simply flitted closed and I waited--waited for the impact of the car, waited to hear the car tires screech as they tried to come to a stop... but they didn't. I stayed like that for a moment longer, crouched on my knees with my head thrown back, eyes closed and arms stretched out on my sides. Nervously, I peeked an eye open.

What just happened? I thought, annoyed that the oncoming car hadn't sealed the deal. Anger boiled inside me, like a bomb. I felt like a bomb--and someone had ignited the end.

I was instantly at my feet, assessing what just had occurred. Clearly, the car had stopped far back. The doors were opening and voices began to shout at me, saying things I just couldn't understand while all the steam was blowing from my ears. I heard my mother, insulting me, begging me to come back but telling me to go, telling me she loved me but that she hated me. I spun towards them, a crazed look dancing in my eyes.

"Hey, you!" a voice shouted. I realized they were walking towards me. My defensive wall began to crumble into ashes.

Pull it together, Mary, I encouraged myself. Breathing deep and slow, I began to repair the tumbling bricks and backed away from the people. My lips curved into a frown and I continued to retreat, stumbling over my own feet. Pull it together.

"Hey, girl, are you okay?" they asked, jogging closer with worried expressions. One was a female and the other a male, and they looked similar in a non-gross way. The female had her blonde hair bound up in a messy bun, strands dripping down the sides of her clear, tan face. She had drawn on eyebrows--personally, I think that is just disgusting, but whatever floats the woman's boat--and black-like eyes. The boy had a strong build and short brown hair that spiked up and fluffy eyebrows. His eyes were a bright green, much prettier than the black-eyed mess beside him--but I figured they'd must be siblings. Of course, the brother had gotten the luck of the deal.

I continued to hastily back away, unable to keep up speed as they began to close space. Run, Mary, run! I screamed to myself. Instantly, I spun on my aching heels and began to sprint back towards Alex's house. I had to get away from these people--the people who tried to hit me. No, no, I wanted to be hit. I want to die. Right? ... Do I want to die? I don't know, honestly, but what other options do I have? If I continued to run like this, my mind would be made up for me and I would die. I could not push myself like this! My breath was rushed in my throat, raspy and shallow. My heart beat furiously against my chest like it was trying to break free of it's cage. My eyes bled tears that dried from the wind that whipped my face. Voices shouted at me, but I ignored them, told me to come back, but I ignored them, told me they wanted to help--but I ignored them.



I collapsed like liquid, melting to the ground. The pack that clung to my shoulders slumped to the side, and unable to keep the weight up, I fell onto my side. My breath was rapid and the air was too thick, too thick to breath in. I was suffocating, I knew it. My fingers dug into the soft, moist grass below me and I panted hard, my own thought on survival. I knew then that I did not want to die, I wanted to live, wanted to see the beautiful skies and oceans. Wanted to live. To live.

Black began to creep into the edges of my vision, pulling me under a blanket of darkness that I welcomed. Was I dying? I did not want to die. Sure, I had just come to that conclusion, but it wasn't fair! I couldn't just now want to live and die. The black began to blur images. I saw the bench distort, turning into the face of Alexandra. I screamed loudly, tears cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall. She couldn't find me, she simply couldn't.

Of course, though, my luck was nonexistent.


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