Superhuman, Allyssa Zwiefel [books to read romance .TXT] 📗

I’ve always liked One Direction. I knew with the amount of money my family had that I’d never a chance to meet them, no matter how much I wanted to. Whenever I looked at pictures of them and read facts and act like I meet them, I would cry, knowing I would never. Why would they want to meet a loser like me anyway?
I lived in a bad neighborhood. Many crimes where commented there, but having six kids and very low income, my parents couldn’t afford to move. Whenever I heard a gun shot I would grab my sisters and brother, being the oldest, and go to the basement.
When I heard that One Direction was going to play at the local stadium that was close to my house, my heart skipped a beat. I could actually hear them from my house! I was the most happy that I have ever been at that moment.
I sat at the edge of my bed, close to the plastic covered window. I could feel the beat and hear the mumbled words. I heard the door slam and my the thirteen year old sister, Katie, scream for me and yell get down. I froze. My heart was beating fast, my hands getting sweaty. Then I heard her scream and a gun shot. My eyes dilated the biggest they ever had that night. I realized how much more furious I was than scared. I grabbed my flute, since it was the nearest thing, and ran to find a man with a gun, shooting my last sibling. He hadn’t seen me yet. My parents walked in.
The man, being much larger than my dad, snapped his neck. I let out a silent scream and tears ran down my face. My legs wouldn’t move. He then took a knife and stabbed my mom, killing her almost instantly. When I noticed I was the last one alive I ran to him. He shot me in my leg, but that didn’t matter to me. I took my flute and knocked him in the head with it as hard as I could. He pointed the gun at my head, I was prepared, but nothing happened. He was out of bullets. He grabbed the knife and tried to stab me in the middle of my forehead. I held my flute case up, and the force knocked me back.
I got up as fast as I could and kicked him in the head several times. When I noticed he was knocked out, I ran to grab a blanket, a wrap/bandage, rubbing alcohol, and wipes. I ran out of the house. The gunshot to my leg was throbbing with pain, and blood flowed out of it. I kept running, feeling woozy and numb. Not knowing where to go, I stopped near the stadium.
The concert had just ended and I sat down. I took one look at my leg and knew it wouldn’t be easy to handle. I grabbed a wipe and poured rubbing alcohol on it. I rubbed my leg with it, it stung, but at least it was getting clean. When it was as clean as I could get it, I wrapped it tightly.
I was surprised I was still conscious. I was dizzy. I was still crying. Even with the thick wool blanket I was cold. I looked around. It was so empty. Someone was walking towards me, but I didn’t pay to much attention until he talked to me.
“Hey. Take this.” Said Niall Horan, handing me money. I looked up.
“I-I cant t-take that.” and dozed off for a second “that money. It cant bring back what I want.” I was surprised he understood me behind the tears and exhaustion.
“Why? What do you want?” He grabbed my hand and made me stand. He noticed my leg and went silent. I was very, very dizzy.
“My…m-my fami-family.” Is the last thing I remember saying before falling.

I could remember Niall freaking out. Why did he care so much? He picked me up and ran. I opened my eyes and looked back. I realized he left my flute.
“S-stop..” I mutter out. He looked down and stopped.
“What’s wrong?” He looked puzzled.
“My…my flute. I have to get it.” He looked back to where I pointed.
“I have to get you to the hospital though!”
“Please!” I begged, tears forming once again in my eyes. “My mom gave it to me! it’s the only thing I have l-l-left” I struggled, but finally got out of his grip.
I fell to the ground. I couldn’t stand up, no matter how hard I tried. Niall tried to pick me up.
“Come on! You…you might die!” I could tell he was about to cry, he was frantic and worried.
“No!” I screamed…tears now covering my face and the pavement. I crawled to my flute. It could have taken five minutes, fifteen, thirty, but I got there. I picked up my flute and screamed and cried into its black plastic case.
“It still smells like you, Mommy. Ill play all your favorite songs, I promise. Daddy, I’ll be good and work hard, I’ll be the best in my class, I promise, I’ll be your little girl, always. Katie, Lily, Jesse, Ginny, Fred, be good for Mommy and Daddy, okay? I’ll talk about you with all the new friends I’ll make wherever I go. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I love you. I love you all so much.”
I heard Niall crying and I looked over. Niall. He was sitting down against a light post, his hands on his head. I was still crying violently. I grabbed the blanket and forced my self to stand up and walk over. I almost fell several times, but about three feet from him I fell. I got up and crawled. I took the blanket and wrapped it around him. He looked over, he wouldn’t move. I sat on the other side of him and snuggled my face into my flute. I was freezing, but I wouldn’t let some one who had tried to help me get cold. I was still very weak, and within the next thirty seconds I blanked out.

I woke up in a white hospital room. The sky outside was the beautiful color of dawn. My flute lay beside me on a table. Niall. He was asleep in a chair holding my hand. This couldn't be real. No one cared about me...why did Niall? I sat up, which must have woken him up.
"Feeling any better?" He asked in the most beautiful Irish accent ever. I started to blush.
"Ya I guess..can I ask you something though?" He looked puzzled.
"What is it? Do you need something?" He said looking around.
"Kinda...I want to know