Torn

Chapter 5- The Answer

Previously;

"Can you come here?" I asked him with my voice barely above a whisper. He came over next to me and layed down beside me, pulling the blankets over him too. He wrapped his arms around me, and I didn't mind. I felt protected, which at this point I needed. We were both just about to fall asleep, "Zayn?" I asked him. 

"Hm?" 

"Earlier.. When you said something happened, and you didn't want to hurt me... What happened?" 

"I.. I fell inlove with you." 

A/N:

In this chapter there will be kind of descriptive scenes (not sexual) but blood-wise. I'm not sure how sensitive my readers might be so this is a warning, and when there is these types of scenes I'll put *WARNING* before and after them. Thankyou! x

Chapter 5- The Answer

 *WARNING*

I stood infront of my sink, watching the blood circle and glide slowly into the drain. Putting another tissue in my mouth I waited for the bleeding to end; the taste was terrible. After dabbing the insides of my cheeks I pulled out a tissue now drenched with the color red; I threw it aside into my trash bin, piling it with atleast 5 other soaked tissues. I stuck my head underneath the faucet and turned on the cold water, letting it fill my mouth. Swishing it around in my mouth made me gag, so I spit it out instinctivly. Swirling my tongue aroud my mouth I hadn't tasted blood anymore.

*WARNING- OVER*

This was my daily routine now; every night, before I went to sleep I went to the bathroom to drain my mouth of blood.

Why?

I bite the insides of my cheeks.  

Why do I bite the insides of my cheeks?

It's my habit whenever I'm nervous.

Did it hurt?

Yeah; a lot, actually. But it's a habit, so what can I do? Bite my nails instead? They're already gone, I barely have nails anymore.

Why was I nervous?

The easier question would be why aren't I nervous. All my happiness seemed to drain down along with my blood every night. Everything was closing in on me, hurting and leaving meclueless on how to fix things, if that was even possible. I'm doubting if it even was possible to fix things anymore, not after all that's happened. Then again, I can be quite pessimisitic at times; actually, most of the time. 

Am I scared?

To death. I don't know what to do anymore. Everything has gone so downhill it's unbelievable and can sometimes pretty scary. Also a prominent issue is that I don't even know who's after me. I know why, though. Well, I do and I don't. 

*Flashback*

"Boo, calm down! It's gonna be okay, I promise I'll always protect you!" Zayn basically screamed at me. Tears were streaming, I'd lost it; again.

"How do I know? You haven't even told me why she's after me in the first place! Or who she is! Or what she's gonna do to me; or possibly you!"  I yelled right back to him. I was speaking what I thought, for the first time in a long time. 

"Sit down," I listened to him as he used his thumb to wipe away my tears, then sat down next to me looking hesitant to continue, " I don't know her name; I'll tell you everything I know though. She sits at our table, and she hates you. No, I don't know why, but she wants you to hurt. And breakdown. She found out I was going to be the new-guy, and she figured it might be a way to get to you. So she researched me and found my twitter. While looking through the people I follow, she found your icon which was a picture of you; however it was under a fake name. Apparently she went to your profile and found out it was you, so she dm'd me making a deal. The original deal was that if I forced you to do all these things, date me, etc. that she would keep all my secrets, and if you that she'd spill all of them. Now, I don't really have many secrets. So, she'd spread rumors, so I made the deal. After, she told me not to break the deal, or else."

I interupted, "Or else what?"

"She would hurt you or me, physically. Or she would send other people out to hurt us, more... intimedating people, I guess you could say."

"Why'd you break the deal then?"

"I couldn't stand seeing you everyday fighting back tears throughout school hours knowing you were anxious to get home and let yourself break down. I knew you had nobody to go to, or that you weren't willing to go to anyone."

He read me like a book.

*Flashback-over* 

What's my relationship status?

In a relationship.  

Real or not real?

That's a question I ask myself. I didn't know if he was actually telling me the truth, or it was just a game. Or another part of her trick to make me break more. I don't know. And as he said, I had nobody to go to, I trusted no one. Kiana had been drifting from me, focusing on Niall a bit more. Plus she couldn't find out about my twitter.

Who do I think is "her"? 

Lost; I'm lost. I have no idea who it would be. I didn't know someone at my table hated me to the point of physical abuse to me if she didn't see me emotionally break. Who would it be? Meg was jealous, but not of me. Anyways, she couldn't abuse a fly if she wanted to.  She could send out people though. Possible suspect. Ashley was living a happy life, why would she want to hurt anyone? She was jealous of no one, she loved her life. But she could be hiding behind a smile. Possible suspect. Kalli was a happy person, too. She had Liam-the world's best boyfriend. Why would she be out to get me? She's too lovable, right? Or is it a front she puts on at school? Possible suspect. Alli! It was Alli! I think at least. She was always so quiet, so mysterious- as if she was just watching everything around her to plan chaos. 

Did I find my match?

Maybe. But I needed evidence.

~~~~~

On the bus I still sat next to Kalli, I knew it was Alli. I had a gut feeling, I knew it. Today however, Kalli walked right by me. 

Why?

I don't know.

"Kalli, you okay?" I looked over my seat to see her fumbling around in her back pack. 

"Oh- oh yeah! I'm fine." She moved up a couple seats, now sitting diagonal from me. She continued to search through her bag, I'm guessing for a pen or something. I ignored it and looked out my window instead.

I began to scream feeling a sharp blade run across my leg, but was interupted by a cloth covering my mouth.

"Shutup Delilah! Screaming isn't going to help you, sweetheart."she bent me down so nobodon the bus would notice something bad happening. She picked up the razor she threw at my leg previously, and swiped it across my arm harshly. My eyes grew big, and welled up with water from the pain. "If you tell anyone, I'll do worse," she hesitated, "and yes, it's me." The bus came to a stop; Kalli picked up her razor, and left. 

My answer?

Kalli Grace.

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