Limbo [h.s]

31

Stronger - The Score

"Set me on fire
Set me on, set me on fire (whoa, whoa-oh)
I'm still alive
I'm still ali- I'm still alive (whoa)
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life
Higher, faster, everlasting
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life
Higher, faster, never-crashing
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life"

Chapter 31 Isabel's POV

*TW towards the end of the chapter*

Maybe leaving his house in just shorts and a t-shirt was a bad idea. As soon as I had closed the door everything felt colder. The blood dripping down my legs slowly started to become stickier due to the breeze and the smell of the crimson red intensified shortly after.

The sight wasn't pleasant and I'm glad that Harry lived somewhere rich meaning that there was less of a chance for someone to spot me, considering I was huddled up along the side walk waiting for Zayn to come pick me up.

It felt like hours waiting for his car to turn into Harry's street but when I did hear the familiar engine roar I felt a sense of relief wash over me. As soon as I knew I was in his eye line I watched his face drop from a small smile to a mixture of fear and confusion.

I hadn't thought this part through, what was I supposed to say to Zayn?

Now that I recall back, I hadn't thought a lot after leaving Harry's house. It was like my brain switched to auto pilot and I was just running on the little energy I had left, I couldn't even remember the last time I ate.

I had a lot to do, and eating was the last thing on my mind. I needed to tell my father about what was happening behind his back at the club. I also needed to stitch my wounds and wrap fresh bandages around my legs and fingers. God I was exhausted.

The entire ride back to my place was painful. Zayn had tried for the first ten minutes to get any sort of answer out of me, but I remained mute I didn't know what to say and talking at this point felt like I had swallowed shards of glass. When was the last time I drank water?

He had given up after that, directing his attention back to driving which I was thankful for. I couldn't wait to be alone again, it seemed as though wherever I was there was someone always watching me. I needed to be by myself where I felt safe so I could let my guard down even if it was only for a little while before I had to go back out to Limbo. I hated seeing my father, especially when he wasn't expecting me. I thought about texting him to let him know that I was coming around but then I remembered I had lost my phone. I needed to buy a couple more burner phones, so I mentally added it to the growing list of things to do today.

Another ten minutes had passed quickly before Zayn had pulled up outside my house, turning the engine off before facing his body towards mine. "Look I get it if you don't want to talk about it, but before you go I need to ask if you're alright because I'm worried about you?" his voice was gentle and just above a whisper.