Gone

Chapter 1- Her Nightmares

Hey guys! This is the first-ever chapter of my first ever fanfiction. It will mainly be focused on Adeliah since I want to give you a clear introduction on her. It's also one of the longest chapter I've written. Harry will appear in the story very soon! 

Adeliah’s POV

The night sky was filled with illuminating stars, the wind is shouting someone’s name. An owl flew over me, his lime eyes shone brighter than the stars, and that’s when I realize I’m flying. The world looks so small from above. It feels like I can crush that house in a matter of second with my index finger. I feel light and buoyant. This delicate feeling is not that fragile, vulnerable feeling. It’s the feeling that you have escaped from a fear that you have desperately tried to get out. Then, my heart beat rises up suddenly. My lungs are trapped, unable to function, making me gasp for air. I know what was happening, I was falling. The stars were getting smaller as the houses are getting bigger. I was falling in such rapid speed, my body can’t even control itself. I held on to whatever I can, my hands turned into fists, my knuckles were white. Then, I let myself loose, hoping for the best. I screamed, knowing that I’ll die at any time now.

“Wake up Adeliah!” Someone called.

I opened my eyes, and had a mini heart attack but, I realize it was just my mom.

“A nightmare?”

I nodded. She sighed, it was like she knew about this nightmare before I did.

“Are you okay now?” She touched my sweaty forehead.

I nodded again, unable to speak. I didn’t like the feeling of falling, especially when I had it when I was sleeping. Mom kissed my temple and turn off the lights.

“Go back to sleep, Ade. Goodnight.” And off she went.

I kind of want her to stay back for a little, just to calm me. I’ve been having nightmares for two years now. When I ever have a nightmare, I’d call someone to sleep with me, otherwise, I would not go back to sleep until the morning when there’s finally light. I’m not scared of the nightmares, although I wonder why I get them so often. But my main fear is unable sleep alone. I know it sounds childish, but I hate the feeling of having to rely on someone. I hate it when people have to see me in such vulnerable state, like I could break any moment. I need to be strong, for myself, and I’m determined to do it tonight.

When morning comes, I yawned a big yawn. I tried to sleep, but instead, I experienced more nightmares of me falling. My dark circles have never ever been this noticeable, my lips are pale, and my skin is even paler than my lips. I look dead. I changed out of my pajamas and headed downstairs for breakfast.

I nibbled on the too-big pancake like a hamster. Mom shot me a concern look and I ignored it. It’s not she’d care, you know. She works all day, my dad is not home for most of the time, and mom would only come to my room when I have a nightmare. I finished my pancake and hurried upstairs. It was a Saturday and I chose to read. Not like I have anything to do anyway.

I’ve been reading The Fault in Our Stars and still can’t fathom the pain that Hazel Grace was having when Augustus died. How could she live with that? But did she live after that? I’ve personally had never felt such a vast pain like her. Will I be able to survive if I suffered that kind of pain? I don’t know.

“Are you depressed?” My friend, Harry Styles, would ask me all the time.

And I’d say, “No, I’m not. I’m just extremely anti-social.”

Harry is cheery and he is almost happy all the time. He has a huge collection of flannels and he’s trying to grow a beard, although I’ve strongly opposed that. Harry is good at everything, his grades are amazing and he’s so kind and responsible. Everybody at school knows him, he hangs out with the Populars, and he was kind of like the cool kid. He’s such a dork to me though. What I really admire about Harry is that he can express himself in words that I found it amazing. Harry can convince and pursue people just by his sweet words and his beautiful green eyes.

 Sometimes, I feel an extra connection to Harry. He’s the only person who really knows me, and he accepted me for who I am. I’m grateful for that. I’ve always wanted to be something more with him, but I’m scared what if we broke up and we’re not friends anymore? Does he like me? Bewilderments were running through my head as I drifted off to sleep without noticing. 

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A/N: Just to clear out confusions, Harry hasn't joined the X-Factor in my story, yet. Adeliah and Harry are still at school. Thanks to everybody who took the time to read this extra-long-and-sucky chapter! It will be better later in the story, I promise.