It felt like forever. Sitting on the floor crying over Harry's lifeless body. Then reality kicked in. I only have 48 hours to try and find some stone. I don't even know what it looks like or that we even had one.
I instantly shot up and sprinted to to the door, flinging it open by stopping in the threshold, taking one last look at Harry. He looked so peaceful. At least he died a quick death. What am I saying I feel terrible this is all my fault. I made a fist and rubbed my eye smearing what was left of my makeup across my face. I walked forward slowly closing the door behind me. Sealing in Harry.
I sprinted to the front door of my flat and opened the door leading to the little porch. All I could do was scream when I stumbled upon three dead bodies lying on the pristine white carpet. I fell to my knees and broke down. This was all my fault. Every last piece of it. I grabbed Zayn's hand and white knuckle gripped it. This monster had killed three more of my friends! And when this gets out to the media, all hell is going to break loose. Those poor directioners knowing that 4/5 of one direction is dead will absolutely kill those poor girls. I went around and checked their pulse and they were all dead. Everyone of them. Fucking. Dead.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!" I screamed at my ceiling. "WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME!?"
I migrated to the corner of the porch and scanned the area. Louis obviously put up a fight. He had bruises all along his arm and one around his eye. I'm not sure how he died and I did not want to find out.
Liam had no blood anywhere and no bruising. His head was tilted and his left ear pressed down against the carpet. I'm pretty sure his neck was snapped, just like harry.
Zayn had the most gruesome death. He put up a fight just like Louis only his was far more worse. Zayn had a huge gash along his left cheek, down his arm and his t shirt was ripped a little. Then a long butchers knife was stabbed into his stomach.
It was so horrific. I drew my knees up to my chest and places my head against my knees. This all feels like one giant nightmare only it's not. This is real life. And I can't wake up from reality.
So five of my best friends are all dead. That only leaves Niall. Where the hell is he. I shot up and ran into the kitchen. I slipped and fell on the tile floor and I looked down and the crimson color shocked me. It was a trail of blood leading into the bathroom. The metallic smell was so pungent I needed to get out. I ran to the bathroom but to my surprise the door was shut and locked. I began jiggling the door knob like my life depended on it which is ironic because it actually does. "Niall" There was no answer. "Niall please let me in!" There was no answer again. I had reached my last resort. I backed up a little and took a couple steps and kicked the door down revealing something that I was not ready to see.
