It's too late...

11

Angel Elysium

Nothing I've ever felt can compare to this feeling. The constant ache in my stomach signalling there was something wrong. Menacing thoughts fidgeting at the back of my mind. I couldn't help but remember the cold touch of his fingers as they touched just below my neck, the feeling was so sinister It felt as though his hands were still there. His lips were soft against my skin which felt so wrong compared to the words that leave them, his actions have no excuse. With a thousand questions pounding though my mind, there wasn't even 1 simple answer than could be given for them.

The only think I could think of now was being thankful for being alive. The only question is,why?

Harry left the room around 5 minuets ago and I still haven't moved from the corner of the bed. It's like being 6 again and being scared of the monster under the bed. But in stead the monster is harry, and he's 3 doors down from me.

My hands stayed around my legs clutching them so tight I felt my nails digging inside the palm of my hands. My eyes stayed at the white wall, the same wall harry had but instead of white it was red and instead of red it was blood. Zayns blood.

My stomach was doing back flips. My blood flowing so light my heart was beating too fast for a normal paste. My mouth gags a look of shock flooding my face. I let go of my legs, swinging them off of the bed. I couldn't even think as my legs started running to the bathroom. I grab my hand over my mouth.

Not even turning the light on I kneel down on the bathroom floor my face hovering over the toilet. Everything in my stomach came out. The floor was cold from the water that dried by itself. I hold the side of the toilet clutching. I was crying and throwing up at the same time, my body was coming up with new emotions to deal with the pain.

Standing up I run my mouth over the cold water from the Tap in the sink. If I could wash the last hour away I would, if only life worked like that.

In a daze of my own,my back stumbles to the wall behind me. My legs hit the floor. There was nothing left in me. So I stared at the shower as the coldness hit me. With all the emotions coming to me at once there was only one emotion left... emptiness.

Day1.

I stayed in bed all day I couldn't get out. After moving from the bathroom floor to my bed, the warmth was hard to let go of. My dad came by to see me, I just told him I wasn't feeling well. With the pale skin and the constant sickness, he believed me. I wanted to tell him everything, I wanted to tell him about the band, about the blood, about zayn. But I couldn't. If they could do that to someone I don't even know it scares me what they'll do if my father found out.

So I kept quiet.

I wanted to leave. To go home, to find comfort in my own bed. But yet again, I couldn't. That gun was the only thing keeping me back.

So I tucked my self into the bed. I watched the wall all day, sleeping and breathing was the only thing I could do.

Day 2.

I finally moved out of bed. Taking myself to the shower I found myself sitting in the tub for hours letting the water wash me away, and then I found myself back into the bed.

Harry found his way into my room, and with his smirk and those sinful eyes he found away to threaten me without even opening his eyes. He sat in my bed as I curled myself up to the pillow, eating animal crackers and watching the latest show on the tv. He then told me he was a " job" and if I don't want to end up with that gun being used on me I had to go along with it. I found myself throwing back up as he watched from the middle of the bed. The thought of what a " job" is for him only makes my skin crawl. He left after 2 hours of having my body on the edge, I couldn't help but think when ever he is around me it's my last moments.

Day 3.

I got the courage to finally move I started the day feeling uneasy but the thought of managing a way out of this kept my brain alive. If I could find evidence against harry and the band I will be able to explain why my prints were on that gun.

So I have to play along. I have to be with them to explain my part in this whole thing, I have to act more confident, I have to be able to stand being around a killer.

Day 4.

It was my dads last day of being here. Which only made my stomach even more sick, I'm alone. So today I got strength to go out, we walk around a few stores taking in everything, the first time I'm out. It was almost sunny which changed my mood completely. I was happy..kind of.

We went for a meal, the first meal I've ate since being here. I couldn't stomach any food, although I was hungry, the thought of zayn in that room stayed in the back of my mind.

When I saw my dad last he told me to do things before it's too late, the same thing my mother always use to say. Which kept a smile on my face. I have to do this for my family, for those who could be next and for myself.

And now I'm alone.

Day 5.

I woke up different. I had a sudden change in emotions. I need to do this. There was a knock on my door. Opening it I saw harry stood there. Back shades on his face.

" game time baby" he spoke. And with that he walked away I wasn't too sure what he meant but what ever it was I was going to hate. I shut the door, I managed to keep myself together for the seconds he was there. I take in a deep breath holding onto my emotions. I have to control them in order to get out of this mess I've landed myself in. So I brushed my teeth sitting down on the bed i play the tv.

I watched for a couple of hours by now it was 2pm. That's when I got the text. From an unknown number it read:

Pick you up at 7.

I was confused on who it was at first then my mind made the connection harry.

What?

I texted back. He said I had to do a job, all the thoughts were pounding in my head.

Wear something...slutty. We're going out tonight.

My blurry brain stayed frozen. Going out? I thought he said he had a job. And by no means what do ever am I going to wear something like that around any of them. So I shut my phone off. Turning back to the television I couldn't help but wonder what this job was.

He said we were going out. So that means the rest of the band. Going out to kill people? A sudden cold shake filled my body.

What started off as a normal day of putting myself back together turned into another emotional roller coaster. Another day turned into a terrible experience. The last thing I need right now is to be near them. But this whole thing is going to take much longer than a night out. I need to be able to get them. To find something.

I need to do something before it's too late.

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Really Short chapter:( sorry!! I prefer writing like this so I can keep all my thoughts organised lol. But next chapter is a long one. And I hope use enjoy!