"Wake up, Aurora..." A voice sounds through the dark room. I groan.
"Nooo...." I moan.
"Come on, we have to go." The voice says.
"No" I mumble into my pillow. The person sighs before lifting me up. I snuggle into their chest.
It's funny how a year ago, if someone touched me, I would have a panic attack. Now, I'm snuggling into one of the guys' chests.
Ugh, it's too early to think.
They set me down in what feels like a leather seat of some sort. I curl into the chair. I slowly begin to drift off.
Click. A light turns on. I flash my eyes open and groan. I see a slightly amused Liam and a laughing Harry at the light switch.
"Harry....." I moan. He smirks. "I was sleeping!!"
"Hey, I had to wake up. So do you." He states. I shoot him death glares.
"Well at least Liam was nice enough to let me sleep." I say. He just shrugs and walks away. I huff and look around me. I find myself in a mini living room. Connected to it is a kitchen and another room. I open the door to the unknown room and find six beds. A restroom is connected to the bedroom. I walk through the kitchen and find myself in the spot with a steering wheel. It's not a bad tour bus at all.
I walk back to the living room and find all the guys finished putting the stuff into the bus. I sit next to Niall and Zayn. I chuckle as I realize Zayn's hair is crazy and sticking out all which ways. He looks at me oddly.
"A bit tired, are we?" I ask him. He cocks his eyebrows at me.
"Yes, but why'd you say that?" He asks. I point to his hair. He lets out a little shriek and rushes into the restroom. I laugh.
"Why' you do that??" Niall groans.
"Why not?" I counter.
"Now he's going to be in the bathroom for a half hour at least." He says. I just roll my eyes. I turn to dad.
"Where are we going first?" I ask. He shrugs.
"Liam?" He asks. Li looks up from his phone just long enough to answer.
"Wolverhampton" he states, smiling.
"Isn't that where you're from?" I question.
"Yep! You'll get to meet my mum and maybe Nicola and Ruth." He says.
"Cool! How old are they?"
"20 and 22" he responds.
"Cool." I yawn. "I'm exhausted. I'm sleeping. Peace out."
I go into the bedroom and scamper up to the highest bed on the left side. The moment my head hits the pillow, I'm out like a light.
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A tiny light shimmers out in the distance. I curiously begin to scamper after it in the pure white background. As I get closer, I see a tiny baby looking cute and sweet and small. I kneel down and cradle her in my arms.
"Hi baby." I coo.
"You" she says. My eyes widen in shock that it just spoke.
"What?" I ask.
"You were the one who did it." It says with a sad look.
"What did I do?" I ask frantically.
"You replaced me." She says. She fades instantly into a black dust. The dust fills the room and stains the white walls all with black. The floor changes to old rotting wood. I find myself in a rickety old house.
"Hello pretty. Long time no see. Have you forgotten about me?" A voice sneers.
"N-No daddy." I hear my own voice say.
"You better not have. I didn't spend all that time just to have you forget." He snaps. I frown.
"I'm sorry daddy. It won't happen again."
"Heck, of course it won't. But, we can't have you thinking its okay, can we?" He sneers. I gulp. He clenches his fist and connects it with my jaw. I fall down on impact.
The black house fades away and leaves red in its wake. I pry my eyes open and see a hand. I back away, but the hand becomes a body and lifts me up to my feet. I find the courage to look up and see the blue eyes of my daddy. I embrace him in a hug. He gladly accepts. A moment later, his touch turns cold. I look up and see his smile is gone.
"I never wanted you. I wanted a little baby sister. Never a daughter. Never a fourteen year old daughter whose a wimp and scared of everything. Never a fifteen year old daughter who doesn't listen to a word I say. I never wanted you. I don't want you. I will never want you. You are just a replacement." He says.
Replacement
I snap up and almost hit my head on the top of the bus. I sit cross-legged on my bed and bury my face in my hands. I don't cry. Crying is weakness.
I'm just a replacement. There's nothing special about me. I'm just like I was back then. I'm the same person. I'm the same scared, worthless little girl. Nothing's changed. I'm still worthless.
Worthless
Naive
Young
Unloved
And that is when I broke down