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!)


16. Where Am I?

Finally, as breathing became too difficult to do, I came to a stop. I leaned heavily on the brick wall, slowly sliding down it. The fabric scratched against the wall, giving off a grumbling sound as I sunk to my rear. The whole of me was supported against the bricks while I struggled to catch the rampant breath in my throat. I growled with every breath.

It was a few minutes before I could hear over the blood running about under my skin, and as soon as I could, I realized the sight and smell. Oh, God, I moaned to myself, plugging my nose. Where am I? I saw the faintest hint of sunlight begin to spot the sky, but I ignored the fact I'd been running away--to no where, may I add--for over an hour. I didn't think I had the stamina.

When my breath evened out and I was used to the smell, I stood and glanced around.

Then again.

It was some type of hood place, with trash and gang signs scrawled on walls. I swallowed hard, my hard breathing returning. I wasn't racist, but it was obvious colored people lived here--hood people.

I spun towards the sidewalk I had ran on and quickly set in a trot down it, allowing my legs to carry me quickly, but not suspiciously quick. I knew most people here wouldn't wake up for quite some time, but I wasn't taking any chances.

Once again: I am not racist. I swear to you. I am simply taking precautions--just like I would do with uncolored hood people.

Eventually, my legs began to quicken the pace without my mind knowing. Soon, I was charging down the sidewalk, my arms protectively clutching folded my chest.

Where am I? Where am I? I want to go home. I want to go back to that hotel. Dammit, I want to go! I screamed inside, biting my tongue to keep from hollering.



I don't know how long I was walking, running, jogging, sprinting--but I remember I abruptly stopped when I turned a corner into an alley unknowingly, and ran into five men.

Hood men.

I swallowed hard when their eyes trained on me and jumped back, smiling politely. "Sorry," I excused myself, tightening my folded arms. "I was just going..."

"Wait, baby!" they whooped when I turned and began to quickly walk off. I broke into a sprint when I heard a collection of footsteps behind me, quickly spinning down another sidewalk. My arms pumped freely at my sides and my legs stretched out, my eyes wide and hair swinging madly around on my shoulders.

"Get back here!" they snarled, and I instantly knew their intentions.

Crap, crap, crap, I echoed, sprinting right into...

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