The Test // One Direction

Chapter 2

I dream of a flower garden. Purple roses surround my body, giving off a sweet scent. I'm stepping on plump daisies and sunflowers.

But as I walk on, my heart starts to speed. I close my eyes, breathing in deep breaths. When I open them, my hands start to shake.

The flowers wither and fall, a shower of pedals growing. As the pedals land on me, I can feel them sticking to me.

I look up at the pedals, where the sun should be. That's when the blood starts. The blood tears through the pedals, burning them to a little clump. They are all now little black dots.

I scream as the blood lands on me. I scream myself awake.

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My eyes fly open and I grip my pillow, a cry settling out. There is a soft ticking in the bright room, shivers all over my body.

I roll over, and almost fall of the bed. It's small, hard, and I only have white sheets. The room is small, only the bed and a chair.

An IV and stickers are on my arm. I yank them off, heart beat increasing. A small beeping starts to go off without my skin intact with the wires.

The metal door at the foot of the bed creaks open. It's a man around my age, with slicked black hair and almost black eyes. His jaw line is dangerous, his eyelashes endless. But when I see the white coat, I jump up defensively.

"What am I doing here?!" I demand, my skin crawling by his calmness. He eases the door shut, smirking.

Then he holds out his hand.

I am so bewildered by this I almost scream at him. My mouth gapes open and I step back.

"My name is Zayn Malik." He holds up his free hands, and steps closer slowly.

"Get away from me." I just want to go home. I want to be with Liam again.

The tears well up without permission. I blink them away.

"I won't hurt you."

"You people already did." I whisper.

"If I wanted to hurt you I would have."

My eyes dart away but I feel his on me. Then, I back against the wall. "Why? Why am I here?" He swallows hard and I force it further. "IS IT MONEY THAT YOU WANT?!"

"You are going to get us both in trouble, be quiet. Just do what you are told." He starts shifting around the wires. "Look, Olsen will come and tell you as much as he thinks is best. Now come on and put these back on."

"No." I skim my eyes over his pockets. He has to have something I can use to get out of here.

He hardens his jaw and grabs my arm fast. I wheel back and elbow him in the mouth. He is caught off guard, but then ignores the blood as he twists my arm back and gives me a shot. "I told you to do what you are told." I can hear the smile played on his lips.

The liquid in the shot takes effect immediately. I stumble, legs like led. He helps me up on to the bed and lies me down.

As Zayn reattaches the wires, I croak, "Is he alive?"

"Who?"

"They guy you shot in the car, when you people took me."

A pause. "Do you think he is?"

"No."

"Then no, he isn't."

Tears flow down my cheeks. Zayn gathers his things and starts to leave, but sees me crying. He wipes the tears with my shirt quickly and leaves.