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I didn't understand why he'd stick up for me. I usually kept to myself so I didn't understand why she would target me either.
After English I decided to just keep my distance from him. I knew being around him would only bring danger my way.
He was the definition of bad news. I spent lunch alone not wanting to be around people. I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts.
I alone for the most part eating lunch and reading a book. Zain, though, was looking at me the whole time during lunch. I ignored him getting used to his stare.
But there was another guy, I believe his name was Carson, staring at me. His state was more intriguing and gentle. I preferred his over Zain's to be honest. His smile seemed familiar for whatever reason.
I went the rest of the day shaking it off and focusing on my work. After school was over I went to the coffee shop around the corner. I hung out there for about an hour not wanting to be in an empty house.
To be perfectly honest, I hated being alone. I mean I like my alone time and all, but everyday I came home to an empty house. My parents didn't come home until I was asleep. I always felt so lonely. In a way I'm sure I put myself in that situation, but to my defense I didn't know any different.
School went by slower than usual today. It was probably because my stomach had been bothering me the whole day. I had this gut wrenching feeling that I couldn't shake.
After school I decided I wanted to go to the coffee shop across town. I walked home and got my car.
The whole time I was driving I kept thinking about Zain. He gave me this awful feeling. I can't stand to be around him. He's dark and dangerous. Somethings just not right with him.
It was raining heavily and I could barely see. I was only driving about fifteen miles per hour with my headlights on.
I kept trying to stop thinking about Zain, but he was almost like a disease. I was still trying to find a cure.
The roads seemed empty and erie. Ever since I'd met Zain everything seemed out of place. He was so destructive and everything he touched would shatter. His eyes are dark and evil. His body language is cold. He seems so immortal.
The way he acted towards the picture. His tone towards people. He's secretive, mysterious, and dangerous. You have to walk on eggshells around him. You never know when he's going to blow up. He's not safe to be around what so ever.
It was so strange the way he acted towards me. For all the time I've known him he'd never paid attention to me. It made no sense that now he'd start to be around me.
He was protective and really the only think he needed to protect me from was himself. I think he knew that, but he had an addictive personality.
I was practically yanked out of my thoughts from a loud horn honking ahead of me. I saw a blinding lights and I quickly swerved out of the way and crashed into a ditch. A truck had crashed into the back of my car crunching my car up and shattering the glass. I slammed my head forward and hit my temple so hard I was knocked unconscious.
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Everything was black. I heard sirens and screams. I wasn't sure what to think. So many questions ran through my head. Was I alive? What was happening? Where am I? Nothing seemed to make any sense to me.
"She's unconscious!"
"Need a medical attention!"
"The doors stuck!"
What?
"Kick it in!"
What's happening?
"There's no pulse!"
Oh no please god no please let this be a dream!
"She's gone!"
Oh no please god no please let this not be real! They can't be talking about me! I'm too young! This can't be the end! What's the point of me even living at all if it was really going to end this way?!
"Wake up, Ellis!"
I opened my eyes seeing only darkness. Everything was black and I wasn't even sure if my eyes were open. I saw Zain standing in front of me with black large wings. Please let this be dream...
"What's going on?" I asked terrified of the answer. My voice was fragile and you'd think someone who heard it would treat it delicately, but apparently Zayn didn't catch on.
"You're dead." He responded harshly and with no emotion in his voice. His stone cold face was frightening.
"What?" I couldn't believe what he was saying. He had to be a dream. None of this made sense.
"You're dead!" He wanted to hammer the reality into my brain, but it doesn't work like that.
"This can't be real. Tell me this is a dream." I mumbled to myself in denial. I fell to the ground terrified and paralyzed with shock.
"Believe it princess because guess who you'll be spending the rest of eternity with?" I looked up at him shaking my head hoping this was all a nightmare. He chuckled wickedly and I kept saying 'no' over and over again in complete denial of my fate. I could never have predicted how sick her could've been.
I guess this was the start of my hatred towards him. This memory still haunts me. I don't think he ever realized what he'd done.
Even after all the shit he pulled somehow I'd find a way to forgive him. I always had a soft spot for him. Maybe he did enchant me, but not in the way he did the other girls.
I sat by the window and listened to the birds song and basically watched nature taking a break from reading my book.
I was in a daze when I heard the door slam open and the devil breathing heavy. I turned around quickly and surprised and caught off guard.
He looked at me with a smirk ordering, "Come with me. I have a surprise." I tilted my head to side and narrowed my eyes wondering what satin could be up to now.
