The Frozen Heart (Ziall)

Chapter 7 ~ Scared

Chapter 7 ~ Scared

~Niall's POV~

My heart is beating in my throat. All I hear is my raging breath as I run.

I run away from the strangers with the guns. 

They want to kill me for what I am. For what Zayn is. 

I run through the woods, dodging the trees. From the corner of my eyes, I can see Zayn running a few meters in front of me to my left. 

Just like me, he is jumping over roots and bushes. 

From behind me, I can hear the voices and yells of the men with the guns. I hear the muted shots and as they hit the trees surrounding me.

Suddenly a scream sounds left from. 

As in slow motion, I can see Zayn fall down on the ground.

"Zayn!" I yell scared and stop running. I need to help him, see if he's okay.

But before I even reach him I feel a sharp pain in my back. 

My eyes widen as I feel myself fall down to the ground. 

But before I hit the ground I'm already out.

~*~

I wake up feeling drunk. 

The world is turning. My eyes can't focus on one point. 

I can't sit up yet cause I know I'll just fall down again. Instead, I close my eyes and try to calm myself down as the memories return.

The woods, the guns. Zayn got shot. I think I got shot too.

I frown. 

Am I dead? Is that what afterlife feels like? Heaven?

My breathing slows down a bit and I feel the dizziness disappear. 

Slowly I open my eyes. I stare at something that looks like a white ceiling. 

Then I sit up carefully and see I'm in a white room. Kind of like what a hospital room looks like, but without a bed or TV. There are some blankets on the floor and there in one corner of the room is a plate with a plastic cup filled with water and a slice of bread. There is also a toilet in the other corner.

I stand up and walk towards the door. It's heavy and clearly isolated with all kind of stuff I can't name. Just like the walls. It's like I'm in a giant fridge. 

I push against the door, but it won't open. There isn't any window in the room. 

"Hello?" I yell, hoping anyone can hear me. 

Only then I notice what I'm wearing. A white shirt, white pants and white socks. My gloves are gone.

I widen my eyes. 

How did they manage to do this without freezing? 

Then I shake my head. The guys with the guns got me. I'm not dead. I'm a prisoner. 

I sit down on the blankets and close my eyes. 

I hope Zayn is okay.

~*~

Time passes slowly.

I've counted all the patterns on the wall and I already know them by hard. How the curls turn and how many dots are between them. Until the door finally opens.

I look at the three men who come in and stand up, not removing my eyes from them.

The first one that comes in is a really buff man dressed in black and white. He has a gun like the ones I saw in the woods. I know now it's an anesthesia arm. It will put me to sleep when the arrow hits me. 
In his belt, I can also see a regular shotgun and a taser.