Be-Witched Love (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

What happens when your not aware of your inner powers? Do you just let them be; Or use them to your advantage? What will Nelly do when she discovers her family secret? Faith's misery causes her to ....... READ TO FIND OUT ;)


1. Chapter 1

  Nelly's POV:

   "My life sucks! Why can't I be normal like the other kids on this planet? I wake up, go to school, come home, do work, go to sleep! There is nothing fun or interesting about me. And my face sucks as much as my life does. Why did I even have to be born!'' I yell at my mother while walking into the house.

    "Whoa whoa whoa slow down there Nelly. Where did this all come from? You were perfectly fine when I picked you up from school. Now what happened?" My mom asked.

    "Nothing just fucking nothing! You'll never understand what I'm going through!'' I yell back while walking towards my room. I get in and slam the door. 'Could my life possibly get any worse.' I think to myself.

   "Stop your cursing! There will be no fowl mouth in my house! And how I can possibly understand you if you won't even talk to me?" I ignored my mother and threw myself on my bed. I scream into my pillow hoping that would relieve some of my stress, but it didn't seem to help. I sat up, and took a deep breath. I look around my room trying to find my back pack. My eyes moved around my room until I found it. 

   I remembered that I had two essays due by tomorrow morning. I got off my bed and went to go pick it up. When I lifted it up everything spilled out of it. "UGGGHHH SERIOUSLY!!" I got down on the floor to pick up all my stuff and put it back in my book bag. When I was done I walked over to my hot pink desk and sat down. Took out a piece of paper and started my work. I constantly stopped because my brain jerked in different directions. I would start thinking of one thing then the complete opposite would come to mind. 

   I looked up at my my poster filled walls and started to day dream about the most unrealistic of all topics. One Direction. They were all over my wall and I'm not sure why. Yes there are all gorgeous and incredibly talented. But what keep coming to mind was, what if I had the power to bring them to life? Like make my own copy of the boys to be my friend. I don't have any friends in real life so having fake ones couldn't hurt. I shook the thought out of my head and continued working.

   OK, so here is my life story. My full name is Nelly Elizabeth Romero. I'm sixteen(16) years old. Born August 22, 1994. I'm 5 foot 5 inches tall. I weigh 140 lbs. That may seem like a lot ( at least I think so) But my doctor thinks its normal because of my height. But continuing, I have dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair. But I recently did ombre in it so now I have 3 different shades of colors. Did I mention that I was Dominican? No? Well now you know. I'm tan, kind of like Beyonce's skin tone. It suits me and I like it. Probably the only thing I like about myself. My mothers name is Wanda Elizabeth Romero. And my fathers name was Alex something.(I never bothered to remember) And yes I did say was. Because my father died in a car accident when i was 12. All I remember was that he was really drunk that day. And him saying,' G-g-gonna go h-han-dle some b-business'. He was so drunk he couldn't even talk right. Like an hour after he left, my mother got a call saying that he was so drunk he passed out on the wheel. He was in the middle of the highway, when he got in the back by a truck. He got hit so hard him and his car went flying off the side of a bridge. But he was a lousy father. So when my mom told me he died, it didn't really pain me. Anyway, continuing the story. 

   I've been having problems in school with my anger and depression. Everyone just gets me so upset. They're so perfect and hot and I'm just there. You know what I mean? Well anyway I started to cut. Not my arms or wrist, but my legs, thighs. I don't wear shorts because my thighs are to fat so I can easily cover the cuts up with jeans.

    Why I'm depressed you ask? Well because my life sucks! Where ever I go I am constantly tortured. No one likes me. I have no friends, no one to talk to or ask for advice. I'm always lonely. Ehh but after awhile you kinda get used to the emptiness and the rejection. 

    After I finished writing my two essays it was 8 p.m. I skipped dinner at 5 because I wasn't hungry. But now I'm starving. But I don't want to eat. Eating will make me fat. Maybe that's why people don't talk to me. Yeah that's why. Because I'm fat. 

   I put all my books and papers neatly back into my book bag and then went into my bathroom to take a shower. After I came out I brushed my hair, while still naked. A habit of mine. When my hair was fully tangle free I put some product in it so it wouldn't frizz up and I french braided it. When I was satisfied with my hair I walked over to my dresser and took out some knickers and put them on. Then I took out some pajamas and put those on as well. 

   After I finished my nightly routine, I went to bed. It wasn't until Around 2 a.m. when my hands started to burn like a bitch. It felt as if someone was holding my hand over an ope flame.This caused me to jerk up in my bed and start to panic. I looked down at my hands and realized that they were glowing. It was a rainbow of colors. It was so beautiful but hurt so much so I screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Seconds later my mom came into my room with a very worried look in her eyes. "Are you OK? What's going on? Is there a robber? Are you sick?" My mom started to spit out questions so fast I couldn't even understand what she was saying. 

    "Mom help me please my hands they burn they hurt!! AAAHHH ahhhh AH oww owww"  I began crying loudly. The pain was now unbearable. I didn't understand why my hands were glowing or why the burned like hell. I just wanted the pain to go away.

    My mom just ran to my side sat down on my bed and said, "Dear God, It happened so fast. But it's time now."




   So watcha think is gonna happen ? You like ? Well let me know hows it going Bye ! ;)

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