I have to be saved *ON HOLD*

Lauren was saved by a knock on her door. She was so relieved and happy that they had knocked otherwise she would've lost her virginity to her father and she was 9 at the time. And that was 4 years ago. She is now 13 and living the life any teenage girl would want. She's living with teen heart throbs, One Direction. But once apon at time, she has been having the same dream over and over again and One Direction have to step in and save her. But what do they have to save her from? What is this nightmare that Lauren keeps having?

Read to find out in... I have to be saved

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10. Wandering

Lauren POV

"Thats was amazing!" I said, walking towards the boys who had scattered themselfs all over the room. "Why, thank you. But you must have a talent, what is it?" Liam asked. I was puzzled, and confused. What IS my talent? I dont have one, or do I? "Um, I dont really have one." I said, looking around the room at all the instruments, until a guitar caught my eye. I wandered over to it and picked it up. I ran my hand over it, waiting for the memories to come back. They did. I laughed abit, and I probably looked stupid, but I dont care. "I can remember...............remember when my mother would always play something on this guitar when I was little before she was killed........." Tears fell, but I quickly wiped them away. ".............This exact same guitar. Or at least something very similar."

I moved my fingers up to the strings and started to picture my mothers fingers plucking at the strings. I want to play the guitar. I want to take on my mothers role of playing. She may not be here to teach me, but I want to learn as much as she did. I suddenly remebered some of the lyrics to a song I enjoyed alot and started humming and singing the lyrics. Everythig else, just went away, and I felt like I was the only person in this room.

 

The lights go,

down and, the night

is calling to me yeah.

I hear, voices singing

songs in the street

and I know......

 

That we wont be going home.

For so long, For so long

but I know, that I wont be on my

own. Yeah, the love is feeling

it......

 

Right now!

I wish you were here with

me. Cause right now,

everything is new to me.

 

You know I cant fight the

feeling, and every night

I can feel it, right now!

I wish you were here with

me.

 

Late nights, spaces.

With all our friends you

and me yeah. love these,

faces! Just like how it

used to be.....

 

I stopped singing. I couldnt go on. My mothers voice was something I recognised too well and I just cant seem to get it out of my head when I sing this song. The boys came over and hugged me tight. "Its ok....." One of them rubbed my back and pulled me in for a hug. I wanted nothing to do with it. "JUST LEAVE ME.......Just leave me alone for a few minutes...............Please." "Of course. Just come and get us when you've calmed down abit...." Liam said, as I heard footsteps walking away, and then the quiet slam of the door closing. I just sat on the floor, with my knees up to my chest, crying my eyes out and letting my dream over come me. But Im awake, so its going to be alot harder to get over it......

*Haunted Memory*

"NO! PLEASE DONT, IF YOU HURT MY MOTHER, I SWEAR!" I shouted out and cried. "OR YOU'LL DO WHAT? YOU SUCH A LITTLE BITCH ARENT YOU?!" He shouted back at me. I could see my mother in agony and screaming out my name and telling me to run. But I couldnt. I was just about to speak when something covered my mouth so I couldnt speak properly. "DKHORODODF!" "Im sorry, what did you say?" He asked, filling himself with laughter. My anger and rage was building up rapidly inside me.

"DORKVJIDFSHIRTGFF!" He just laughed at me and slid the knife across my mothers kneck. The tears fell faster as I watched her blood ooze out of her kneck. That little idiot! He killed my mother, and if I knew better, I would've killed him before he killed my mother. My mother was my world, my everything. She was there for me when I cried, or I got hurt at school, she was there to help me with my homework, and she was there to feed me and to keep me healthy and going strong, She was there for me when I did my christmas plays and cheered me on. My father on the other hand, wasnt there for anything. Not even one of my school plays.

*End*

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