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!)


7. Like A Thousand Bricks

"Thank you guys!" one of the boys screamed--Liam? they had used names at some point, and he looked like Liam... I think--to the crowd.

"You were amazing!" another black-haired hollered into the microphone.

"See you guys later!" a curly haired--Louis?--shouted, and they left the stage. Instantly, all girls screamed and I stuffed the earplugs back into my ears as far as I could jam them. They all began to run around, pushing and shoving for an exit. It was another mosh-pit, at least that's what it felt like. I fell left, but a girl shoved me and I fell right, then backwards and forwards. I pushed back aimlessly, my ears ringing from the noise and body aching. My leg and elbows were killing me. Suddenly, I fell flat onto my rear. Soda splashed my backside and I cringed, ducking away from knees and shoes as girls continued to fall out of order.

"Be still!"

"Get back!"


Those were only a few of the shouts heard by guards(for a second, the 'stop screaming' one had me laughing at the irony) that jostled to calm the girls. A knee, out of the blue, came in contact with my eye. I bit my lower lip to keep from wailing, and shoved at the leg at random. The girl fell on-top of me and I pushed at her, snarling like an untamed animal.

"Idiot! Watch what you're doing!" she bit at me, and I pushed at her again.

"Same thing, Chick! Thanks for the black eye!" I growled at her, struggling to stand as I now realized that sitting on a soda puddle wasn't the safest area to be in a mod of screaming girls. But, before I could haul myself up, I was thrown onto my back. Feet trended all on me. I screamed, curling into a defensive ball and wrapping my arms around my head protectively. Feet continued to assault me, stepping on my legs, my stomach, my side, my head, my arms, all of me--and I could do nothing. My leg and elbows screamed in protest when the slightest touch scored them, and I had to sink my teeth deep into my lower lip to keep from sobbing. I tried to push at the feet, tried to escape, but them my face was unprotected and I would get a boot or high-heel in the nose, eyes, mouth.

I lay for what felt like eternity--but was only a handful of minutes--as I was relentlessly stomped on. Tears welled in my eyes but I fought them, fought them for the life of me.

Every step was a brick, a brick that pelted my bare, soft flesh--but this... this was a thousand bricks. All at once, stretched out. Finding my weak spots and applying pressure.

I could not fight it.



"B-bitches," I stuttered, reaching out towards the red-and-gold pole to support my hurting body. I dragged my beaten body closer to it and dragged myself into a sitting position. I was covered in soda that glued itself to my clothes, giving it the feeling of a wet, second-skin. I had little splashes of blood here and there from high-heels that hit soft skin--who knew what infections I would get?--and bruises, purple and blue, flecked my body like I was a splash-paint mannequin.

Man, I thought, irritated, if only I had a knife. Get those rear-ends back. No, I have to stop thinking that way. I don't want to hurt anyone. I didn't want anyone to feel the way I did right now. I felt sick, like I needed to spill what little I had of my guts. I felt hurt, like someone had pelted me with a thousand bricks. I felt bad. Just as I submitted to the need to sleep--what was another night, alone and shivering?--and my eyelids fluttered closed, I heard a voice.

"Love, are you okay?" a curly-haired boy asked, bending down to my height. Four boys stood behind him with concerned faces.

... One Direction.

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