Broken and Bruised (One Direction Fan Fic)

Haunting Dreams and Surprise Attack!?

Jordan's POV

•Back to Present Time•

I'm running frantically, heavy footsteps thudding behind me. My hair whips me frozen cheeks. My eyes searching for a place to hide.

"Don't look back Jordan!!" That little voice in my head screams at me.

I can't though, my head turns to the side against my will. My shrill scream echoes around me, as I trip over, unsure if my surroundings.

Just branches, reaching out to me. The wind whistles through the silent atmosphere. My heart erratically cuts through my chest. Blood rushing through my ears. Screwing my eyes shut, I heave myself up and continue to try and escape the heavy footsteps following me.

Tree roots tangle beneath my tired feet but I manage to leap over them. A painful stitch edges it's way into my obliques. My breath, puffing as the cold air hitches in my throat. My pace slows as the air escapes my struggling lungs. Although my feet are aching, I try to get distance between me and them. Not knowing where each step takes me, I push further and further. Around bends and avoiding more tree roots, I go. Not watching my feet, I trip over an alone root. My wrists brace my fall but it still hurts. Blood trickles from my palms, making dark crimson spots on my pale jeans.

A bush rustles. A crow squawks in the distance, sending shivers down my back. With my heart in my mouth, I stand up and continue to run away. I come to a jolting fall as the earth runs out from beneath my feet. Falling and falling, I go before the freezing, subzero ocean catches me. The waves throw me everywhere. I don't know which way is up and which way is down. My silent scream is silenced by the water. A continuous cycle of being thrown against a rock face. Again and again. A sharp jolt every time.

As I look down at my kicking legs, a black inky substance latches around my ankle. Pulling me further and further into the depths of the cruel ocean. I open my mouth in an attempt to scream but nothing comes out. Salty water fills my exhausted lungs. As I pulled further down, my vision blurts into nothing. One thought plays through my brain as my tired lungs give up.

"I love you-"

Jolting awake, a silent scream escapes my lungs. My breath hitches in my throat. What was that 'dream' about? What is it's meaning?

Cold sweat dribbles down my back as my smallish hands start shaking in fear. Goosebumps trail up and down my body.

Throwing back the warm blankets, I pad softly into the bathroom. Dark circles lie under my eyes. My pale face is even paler than usual. My greasy, dark brown hair is sitting messily at my waist. I need a haircut.

Turning on the shower, steam is buffed up from behind the shower curtain. A noise from outside vibrates inside the bathroom; causing my breath to increase. My brain is racing away as scenario after scenario is screened through my mind. Horrible scenarios.

Hey! I have a pocket knife in my bag. That could defend me! Ha, what a great idea. It'll just have to stay inside my pocket or sleeve when I'm walking around town at night. What a great idea Jordan!!

Turning the water off, I wrap a plush towel around my thin body. Walking towards my bag another sound echoes into my room. I jump slightly but continue to stumble to my bag. The unzipping noise sounds through the quiet room. Pulling on a top and shirts I slip beneath the covers and darkness consumes me.

•Next Day•

It's raining. Absolutely pissing down. But I need to leave. I've already spent, what three days here. More then I intended. That's for sure.