I click on a song by Taylor Swift called 'Holy Ground' because it , out of all the songs I saw, seemed the most interesting. I listen closely as the music plays. An upbeat tune plays out of the computer as I hear the voice of Taylor Swift.
"I was reminiscing
Just the other day
While having coffee all alone
And lord it took me away
Back to a first glance feeling on New York Times
Back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme
Took off faster than a green light
Go
Yeah you skip the conversation when you already know
I left a note on the door with a joke we made
And that was the first day
And darling it was good
Never looking down
And right there where we stood
Was holy ground
Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress
We had this big wide city all to ourselves
We block the noise with the sounds of I need you's and for the first time I had something to lose
And I guess we fell apart in the usual way
And the story's got dust of every page
And sometimes I wonder how you think about it now
And I see your face in every crowd
And darling it was good
Never looking down
And right there where we stood was holy ground
Tonight I'm gonna dance
For all that we've been through
But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you
Tonight I'm gonna dance like you were in this room but I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you
The music continues and I listen closely making sure I get every word in the song. She's a really good singer, I think to myself. I continue listening to her songs and other varieties of songs including Imagine Dragon's songs "Demons" and "Bleeding Out," Pierce the Veil's songs (which I have liked a lot) "A Match Into Water," and "Hold On Till May,". I listened to a lot of Coldplay, Marina and the Diamonds. Avril Lavigne, Cher Lloyd, Paramore, Ghost Town (A|N you should listen to these songs and artists I love them)and many others. I added a lot of songs to my song journal. I listen to music for a while until I'm called down for dinner. I put my laptop on top of my song journal and head downstairs.
"What are we eating?" I ask even though I'm probably not going to know what the food is or tastes like. I hear many different answers all surrounding around one word. Spaghetti. Surprisingly its actually a food I know and is in fact my favorite food. It was the meal I had at my mother's funeral when she died of lung cancer. It was also the last meal I had before my parents started abusing me. I still remember the beautiful aroma of fresh marinara sauce and the smell of the spaghetti strands coming out of the boiling hot water. My mother always made it the best. She would prepare her own marinara sauce while the water was boiling so it would be very fresh. "My favorite," I say as I reach the table. I sit down and a plate is placed in front of me. I wait for everyone to sit down before I start eating. Once everyone is sitting and has food in front of them I dig into the food. "This is really good who made this," I ask
"I did," Harry says.
"It's really good, you know, my mother when she would make spaghetti she would make the sauce while the water boils," I say remembering my mothers calm but focused face as she would make the sauce.
"Really? I might try that one day," he says and we all go back to eating our food.
After dinner we all sit down and watch a movie. We put in the movie Another Cinderella Story. The boys start to make popcorn as I start to think about how much I've opened up to these boys. I used to not even talk above a whisper and now I can talk loud.My thoughts are seized as the movie starts to play.
When the movies done we say our good nights and make our separate ways. I get into my bed and decide that since I didn't do much today to not write in my journal about it. My thoughts move back to how much I've opened up to my new family. Yes I did just call them family. I keep thinking on that topic before I drift into dream land.
***Dream***
I'm running. Where am I going? All I know is that I'm running in the woods and don't know why. I keep going until I find an expanse where my sister who passed away stands.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her a single tear slipping down my cheek.
"Hello Rachel, I've missed you. Anyways I'm here to warn you. You're in great danger I'm afraid just remember do not show weakness and listen to your heart if you do correctly you will find this place but remember do not leave immediately wait for someone to find you. Being with someone will postpone the greatest danger, for now." She explains.
"What? Sally I don't understand what danger? I finally got away from the past where dad abused me," I question.
"Rachel danger is coming. I'm your guardian angel I'm here to protect you but you have to listen and understand here I'll explain a bit better. Something is going to happen causing you to runaway once you runaway follow you heart and you will find this place, let your new family find you before leaving because if you don't have people with you the danger will come faster but with people the danger is postponed. Once this danger comes remember everything you have to live for and make sure you keep that necklace on. It will save your life. Remember everything good and stay strong after that everything will get better. You will not have struggles with this danger maybe other dangers but not this one. Just remember what I'm telling you," she explains
"Okay. I've missed you Sally I wish you didn't die but in one way I'm glad. I wish you were still here with me but if you were that would've meant you had to go through dad and mum and I don't want to have you go through that. I miss you though." I say with tears running down my face.
"Little sis I'm always here with you, dead or alive, I'm with you. Even when you can't see me. I know you cut and darling. I wish you didn't but, I understand I used to cut as well. I didn't die from pneumonia, I committed suicide. I was also anorexic. I have to go now, remember what I told you i'll talk to you again soon. Keep your necklace on! Goodbye!" she says before disappearing. I look around the area for a few seconds until everything fades out.
***Dream end***
I sit up in bed. Woah. That was weird. Is this supposed mean something? I guess I'll just have to follow her steps and I'll be fine, right?Looks like I have to find out. I check the time. 3:06. Well I'm not going back to sleep. I decide to dance to use up sometime and to help keep me awake. I slowly creep out of my room and make my way to the dance studio. When I get there I put my phone on the music system and select the song I'm dancing to. I chose Marina and The Diamonds song "Living Dead," because it not only describes me really well but its a good song to dance to, its a bit of lyrical but not to much. I press play on the song and let my feet take control as the beat pours through the speakers.
Everyday I feel the same
Stuck, and I can never change
Sucked into a black balloon
Spat into an empty room
But was it really worth it?
Did I really deserve it?
It happens when you're hurtin'
It cut me out the surface
Of my heart
Of my heart-heart-heart
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Only alive-live-live-live
When I pretend-tend-tend-tend
That I have died, died, died, died, died, died
I haven't lived life
I haven't lived love
Just bird's eye view
From the sky above
I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
Got bubble wrap around my heart
Waiting for my life to start
But everyday it never comes
Permanently at square one
When it's late at night-ight
I'm so dissatisfied-ied
In the wait for a empty life-ife
We hassle in the moonlight
In the light
In the light-light-light
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Only alive-live-live-live
When I pretend-tend-tend-tend
That I have died, died, died, died, died, died
I haven't lived life
I haven't lived love
Just bird's eye view
From the sky above
I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
I lay back in a glittery mist, and I
I think of all the men, I
I could have kissed
I haven't lived my life, I
Haven't lived love, it's just
My thoughts of you from
From up above
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Only alive-live-live-live
When I pretend-tend-tend-tend
That I have died, died, died, died, died, died
I haven't lived life
I haven't lived love
Just bird's eye view
From the sky above
I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead
(A|N song be on side)
I stand panting yet proud of the dance I created off the top of my head. I walk downstairs and grab three bottles of water. I go back up and choose another song.
I danced for around a few hours and checked the time. Its 5:13 so I've been dancing for about two hours that means like five more hours until anyone wakes up. I decide to go down to the art studio and draw or paint something. Then it hits me. I have a huge window in my room and it should be sunrise soon. It's the perfect opportunity to paint something really good, hopefully. I get everything set up and wait for the sun to start and rise. It starts to rise and I see the perfect scene to paint. The colors of blue, orange, pink and purple and blending in together perfectly as a small half circle is set right over the street. I take my brush and put it in some white then a tiny bit of yellow and mix the colors together to create the color of the sun. I quickly paint a half circle a few inches underneath the half way point of the canvas so I'll have space to paint the street. I paint all the colors I see where they are and finally finish the painting. I check the time and this time it says 7:02... Well that took awhile. Only three-ish more hours to go. I guess I'll just explore my room a bit more. I go towards the window and look out a bit more. I seem to notice a balcony which I didn't notice before. I pass the wall where my desk is and see a huge open area with a door leading to the balcony. I go out on to the balcony and the cool Autumn breeze engulfs me as I walk out to the balcony.
A|N Well this was a long chapter a bit over 1941 words I think. It probably makes sense now as to why I haven't been updating. The next chapter would be considered the climax of the story so I think you all will understand this story is almost completed just one question should I write an Epilogue?
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Adopted By One Direction
FanfictionRachel. The 13 year old orphan with a story to tell but she doesn't tell anyone the story. But when she gets adopted by one direction will she be forced to tell her story or will she continue keeping all the years of pain to herself?
