Taken From Home

Chapter 1

Author note: Well... Hi! This is the first fancfiction I've ever written... I got the idea a while ago and I think it could be very nice to share it with everybody! I have to say that English isn't my mother tongue so there could be mistakes everywhere! I hope you'll enjoy it!

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I have big trouble remembering my past. Or at least, after what just happened to me. I can still remember basic things about me though. My name is Alia and I'm 26 years old. The clearest thought I can remember was maybe... 2 years ago? When all of that crazy adventure started. My boyfriend just told me that maybe if I tried to explain all of my memories on paper, then I will understand what exactly happened and how it did. I can't wait to remember. I've got to remember. So here I am, writing this in a notebook he bought me. So, let's start...

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Alia's P.O.V

It was a Thursday (why do I remember this??) and I was in my room. That was the only room of the whole house where I felt secure. My mother was always working and my father was really crazy. Like REALLY crazy. He would threaten me and insult me with the most bizarre names you can imagine. The only thing he didn't do was going to my bedroom, so I'm staying there all the time. Mom was really gentle. She understood all of my problems, but my father was something she couldn't control. Staying in here was my only defence. I remember having my forehead on my window, watching the kids playing happily outside, free, ju st like the birds in the sky. I burrowed my face in my arms and I started to cry. I felt incredibly alone... All of my friends were living in other cities... and of course my father didn't want to make me any lifts. I was so tired of everything; I fell asleep there. On a window. I'm really weird...

When I woke up, it was nearly 3 AM and I was in my bed. My mom probably saw me totally asleep against my window (seriously why Alia why??) and carried me to my bed. I couldn't see my father doing such a thing without waking me up and screaming at me. Now, I couldn't just get back asleep. Thoughts came spinning in my head... I felt so bad I thought I was going to pass out. I sat on my bed and without warning, tears silently made their way down my face. Maybe I did a nightmare and I can't remember it? What was happening to me? Why was I so bizarre? I felt like calling my mom. But I was 24 years old! What would she think of me?

I searched around me for comfort; my room was quite small. There was the mess that was my desk, some furnitures, my headphones, my old Android phone and the radio. My father blocked the Wi-Fi from my phone so it's useless, but there's still music on that. I got up and grabbed my phone and put all of my songs in shuffle mode. First song: Fix You by Coldplay. Just to know that song existed made me cry. I was going to transform into a sobbing mess very soon.

I woke up the next morning with a headache and a terrible feeling. It was now 10 AM, which meant my mom wasn't there. I had to deal with my dad. Again.

I slowly got my lazy ass out of bed to go to the bathroom and make sure my father was downstairs. My plan was to stay in my room all day until my mother came back. This was possible; I had already done it many times. My father didn't even care about me so... What was the point of going downstairs and meet him?

In the bathroom, I took a look at my half-asleep face. My very very short blonde hair was a mess and my green eyes were bloodshot and almost looked grey. I looked like a boy (as always) and didn't even care. What I really cared about were all the scars I had, mainly on my arms and my back. They all came from the same person (my father) and each one of them made me remember how I got them. When I knew I would go out for the day, I would usually wear a long sleeved t-shirt to hide them. There's only one that I can't really hide, a big one my left cheek. Appart from all that, I wasn't fat at all, maybe some people would actually say that I was in "top shape". I didn't go out that often, so when I was bored, I would do push-ups and crunches in my room until I couldn't do anymore of those.

Popping back from my self description, I slowly brushed my teeth and I tried to think about great things, like I do every morning. Suddenly, a positive thought made its way to my brain: I was leaving for a trip in the USA really soon. I would escape from all this in not that long. I stopped brushing teeth and rapidly made my way to my room. I pressed a button on my alarm clock and the date appeared on the little screen.

07/21

I was leaving on the 25th. Only four days. I could do it.

I was going to visit a friend I had met a long time ago, and I was just so glad. My mother and I had found a cheap plane ticket (Montreal-Los Angeles) and I still couldn't believe my father did want me to go. I'm sure he could say "no" anytime though just to see if I would get angry. The simple thought of me getting out of the house filled me with enormous pleasure, and the thought of me being in Los Angeles for two weeks was simply unbelievable. 

I had always dreamed of going there. It was a big famous city, the wheather was always perfect and my friend is over there. Plus, a lot of celebrities live there... What if we meet Chris Martin... That would be amazing. Though I knew deep inside this won't happen and that my life will continue to be really boring and not very exciting, I couldn't help to let out a little chuckle. It was barely audible, just enough for me to get surprised at myself for being happy at least one minute.

I felt like listening to happy music and getting lost into it. The time would fly by faster and I would get in my little comfortable bubble, which would allow me to forget about all my crazy family problems. I quickly reached for my phone, plugged my crappy headphones and quickly went through the albums of my favorite artists. A Head Full Of Dreams by Coldplay seemed perfect for this moment. They just seemed to fit in every situation, every problem and every emotion you could have. Those guys were total geniuses and they formed my favorite band. Without knowing it, they saved me from many problems and maybe getting into depression and I was and still am very grateful they exist.

I could talk about them for hours, but to make a long story short, they seemed to understand my feelings through their songs and... It's just a feeling I still couldn't quite explain. 

But enough talking about them! My story does not end there. It would actually be a bit boring, right? But anyway, let's continue. 

Without noticing, I went through the album twice. It was now dinner time and my body was craving food. My brain, though, was begging my legs not to sprint to get at least a piece of chocolate. My father surely didn't want to see me at all, so I thought it would be better to wait here, in my dark and messy room.

I suddenly removed my headphones. I was alone going through this. Even music could not compare to someone telling you everything would be alright. I wanted something like this. Someone that would care and love me. But considering the fact that I never went outside, I had become very shy and I was now afraid of meeting people and scared of crowds. But at least, I was seeing my friend in 4 days. 

Four days. I could do it.