He's My Neighbour

17: Don't Want To See Him

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE BUT LETS PUSH THROUGH DIS MAAN.

Haiaiaiaiai, my author's notes are so unprofessional, I'm pretty sure we could all die. Not legit, but it's close ok. I have a hella lot of my main scenes fixed up and raring to go, but no clue for fillers? If anyone could leave me any ideas, that'd make you v cool. Anyway, this chapter is probably going to be short, so idk I might publish it at the same time as chapter 18, depends on how I feeeel :) ENJOYYYYY THIS SHITTTYYY FILLER..

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Chapter Seventeen: Amelia's POV: Don't Want To See Him.

What was going on? My eyes were definitely shut- I think. Darkness. Nothing more, nothing less. Darkness.

Was I dead? Dying, even? No, that's a prime example of exaggeration. However, I was certainly not awake. Indescribable. I had no vision, no smell, no feel, no touch. I had no capability to move. I was practically stuck in my skin. Had no abilities, because I was restrained, because I could minimally sense what was going around me.

My head was crying with pain, so much, that if I'd have had any consciousness then I'd have cried. It felt like somebody had crept inside my head with a dagger, and then declared World War 3 on my brain cells. Awake or not, I still had my witty similes and metaphors. I couldn't make out the situation? Gradually, quiet, muffled voices began creeping into my ears.

Ouch!

My head was pounding with such intensity, that it gave a drummer a run for its money. Although my lids were perfectly closed, the silhouettes forming shapes with light behind the skin, weren't recognisable. The sound was too quiet to be at home. There was no smell of burning egg either, so I definitely wasn't home. That was another question to add to the top of the list of many along the lines of: Where was I? How did I end up here? What went on last night? Why was my head impulsating? Why couldn't I open my eyes? Because I was still pretty much asleep, I'm sure.

Shit a donkey freak, my head throbbed to hell and back eighteen times over.

The mumbling voices suddenly grew clearer, still practically unrecognisable, but a few sentences were slightly clear enough to just make out.

"Is she ok?" The mysterious voice whispered, "I swear to God, did I do this? I fucking hate myself. How did I let this happen? I'm so stupid. The worst thing is, I can't remember a God Damn thing from last night!"

"Shh!" Another random voice cooed, "You weren't the cause, ok? You just triggered it a bit. Don't get too harsh on yourself, you were a dick last night, though man. Made her feel shit, if you ask me."

What was happening?

Along with the unknown voice, I couldn't remember a thing from last night at all either! I remember arriving, getting worked up a little, then seeing Leila in tears, then all blank from there. Wait. Leila! Leila must've been who the voices were talking about! She was broken judging by the last thing I remembered, it all made perfect sense, now. That's what the discussion that I was overhearing in my sleep was about... Something must've happened to Leila. The only things that didn't add up were why my it felt like my forehead was splitting in two, whose voices belonged to whose, and why I was the only one asleep.

"Don't play around Zac, it isn't funny! I'm going to hit something. Why am I so stupid!?" He voice raged in a scream, clearly talking to Zac, the other voice.

"I'm not laughing, dude! It's just a little humorous how worked up you are. You've got tears in your eyes, man. You didn't do this, its her own fault..."

"Don't say that! It's not her fault I freaking betrayed a promise is it? Piss off backing me up from myself, just let me be angry with myself ok?! I swore I wouldn't do this."