Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 23

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF HARM!]

Zayn's POV.

I felt like gluing my eyelids together as I woke up, knowing I'd have to open them, no matter how much I didn't want to.

I slowly flickered them open, my long lashes brushing on my cheeks. I shivered slightly from the morning coolness and huddled up into a ball more securely.

No one seemed to be in the small, eerie room as I peeked around. I stayed quiet, just listening. I couldn't hear anything, on one murmuring behind the door, no loud footsteps echoing through the house. Nothing.

I breathed a small, even sad, sigh of relief. They must be out, I was safe for a while.

But when they came back, that was a whole new story..

I sighed. Why did this happen to me? I didn't do anything wrong. About 3 weeks ago, I loved life, and I only ever though about that sharp, addicting blade on my skin at my worst of times, and now I'm craving that feeling, and being dead is sounding like a pretty good option to me, I mean, I'm on death's door already with the condition my body's in, so why can't I just take the last push and leave!

Because I knew that Liam's Dad and Uncle would beat me until I was black and blue, until I was almost dead, but they wouldn't kill me, they wanted me to stay alive so I could suffer the pain, and not just get out of it as easy as dying..

I sighed, sitting up, running a hand through my unruly hair. This must have been the billionth time, if more, I've done that in 3 weeks..

I looked around the horrid room, sniffing. I think I'm getting a cold.

Great, another thing to add to my worries..

Might as well just die..

I pulled the checked sleeve of the clothes I've been wearing for 3 weeks down slightly so I could see my scarred, ugly wrist.

I ran my fingers over the bumps of scars, shivering under my own touch. Some were old, some were actually quite new from any old piece of glass or sharp rock, anything. Some were small, some were big, some were just slits, some were very deep. The deepest one I did, where I spelled out IMPERFECT, and I tried to end it all, at the age 15.

I got goosebumps as I ran my hand over it, thinking back..

(Zayn; 15 years old)

I walked out of school, my head down, trying not to draw attention to myself. I wanted to see Lou, and ask him an important question. Well, I wasn't really asking him, I was going to tell him.

He had come out of the closet last week, and people applauded him for it, and some even grew even more respect for him. There was the odd haters, but no one cared about them. And ever since that, it''s been eating at me to come out too..

Louis was the only person who knew. I refused to tell his parents, sacred they would hate me, and kick me out. Louis told me not to be stupid, because they didn't do that to him when he told them, so why would they do that to me?

I told him because I wasn't their real son, and he got frustrated, just wanting me to accept that I was their son now,

But I couldn't. I could never do that..

I sighed, peeking my head up and not seeing him anywhere. I sighed again, rushing to get home quickly, not wanting to crash into Andy and his friends, my bullies.

I walked down the street, pulling my small jacket closer around my body, shivering from the cold weather.

"He's such a freak. What's wrong with him?" I heard people mutter.