Fixing You ( A Zayn Malik story )

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Amara

 "You promised! You said that you'll never leave me and that we will be together forever! Where are your promises?!" I screamed at Zara who is standing on the middle of an unrecognizable road. She looks down at her feet and rubs the back of her neck.

"Yes, I promised and we both know that I'll keep that promise. I will always be there for you, in your heart" she replied with a sad smile.

"Since when did you get all cheesy?" I snorted as I look away from her.

"Look, you shouldn't be sad or mad or anything because I'm sure that there must be a reason for all of this to happen" Zara said after taking a deep breath.

"So, you're saying that there must be a reason why mom, dad and especially you to die? Leaving me here all by myself?" I asked, folding my arms on my lower chest.

"You might be mad now but you'll get it someday" Zara whispered, loud enough for me to hear it.

  I pushed myself up from my sleeping position. My clothes are drenched in my own sweat and my breathing is uneven. I look around to find myself sitting on a blanket in the middle of the TV room. I must have fallen asleep here last night while watching the musical. The boys and the girls are also in the room, sleeping like babies. Zayn is sleeping right beside me with Niall resting his head on Zayn's stomach. Kajal and Alice are both sprawl out on the floor not far from Niall. I heard a light snore coming from Louis who is sleeping motionlessly in a foetus position, but that doesn't seem to bother Liam who is sleeping right beside him.

  I sigh. What could she possibly mean by that? I'll get it someday? I don't understand. I wish that my dream could last longer so that I could spend more time with Zara, but at the same time I'm still pissed at the fact that all three of them left me without a warning, let alone bringing me with them. I know I sounded like a child, but I guess it is better than locking myself up in my room and cry my eyes out.

  I look up at the clock on the wall. It's half past four and I'm wide awake. I frowned at that thought. I stood up and walk out of the room in silence. I stop walking when I reached my parents' bedroom. I stare at the door and stood still. Mom and dad used to fight, all the time and Zara and I will be forced to choose sides. We'll discuss about it in my room and one of us will be on my mom's side and the other will be on my dad's side. The thing is, I used to say to Zara how we don't really need to choose sides because they'll be perfectly fine the next day. It's true. It'll be like nothing happened the night before.

  I sigh and continue walking. I slowly dragged myself to the gym quietly. I could really use a couple of punches right now. I rolled my sleeves up until just below my elbow and walk towards the punching bag. I look at my hands, thinking whether or not to put on fight gloves. Ah hell, I thought as I punch the bag, making a loud, echoing thud. I let it all out while I punch the bag over and over again. No, I don't work out much, but if I'm upset or pissed, I let it all out on this punching bag. I started to punch the bag harder when the thoughts of Zara flooded back into my mind. Some of you might think that I'm crazy for blaming my sister for her own death, but somehow for me, it's the only way that could help me move on from their deaths.

"Damn, you look like you could go two rounds with Mohammad Ali"

  I stopped punching immediately and turn around to see Zayn leaning against the gym's door frame. He bit his lips and rubs the back of his neck. I sighed before I punch the bag one more time.