Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)

Chapter Eleven

When I woke up, Zayn was already gone. There was a note on his pillow.

Went to get some fresh air. Be back at about 11:00.

-Zayn

I knew that he was upset. I felt really bad about it, too, because he was only trying to help me.

I got up, brushing my hair out. I walked into the living room to look at the clock. 10:30. I walked back down the hall only to be ran through by Louis.

"Anyone else cold, or is it just me?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and walked back into Zayn's room. I sat on the bed, waiting. I heard the boys laughing at... whatever it is they were watching. Finally, I heard the door open. There was an immediate silence in the living room. I heard him walking through the hall. He closed the door behind him and then slid down it, putting his head in his knees. Then, he looked up at me. Those brown eyes full of anger and frustration.

"You know, they think I'm going insane." he said. He sounded almost hysterical.

"Zayn..."

"Why did I say I would help you?"

"If you would-"

"This is all your fault." he spat at me. I stared, shocked.

"That's right. If you hadn't been there that night, I wouldn't have done all of this." He stared at me with that rage burning inside him.

"They are my closest friends. Or alteast were. Now that YOU are here, they think i'm insane. Why me? WHY DID YOU ASK ME FOR HELP?!"

I felt tears streaming down my face. I stared at him.

"You think I wanted this?" I asked him quietly. "I don't have anyone except you. Actually, I have no one now. I don't even have memories to comfort me. I-I just..."

I turned away.

"Brooke..." he said softly.

I stood up and began to walk out.

"Brooke, wait!" he shouted. He reached for my hand, but it went right through.

I walked through the door, then out of the hotel suite, and finally out the back of the building. I ran, crying silently.

Down the streets. The busy streets that didn't even recognize me. I would never be recognized though.

Still running, a wave of unnatural exhaustion swept over me. I slowed down to a jog, then a walk. I stumbled around the streets. Tears blurred my vision.

Finally, I made my way over to an alley. I walked in, more and more tired as I went on. I passed a puddle and my own reflection made me sick. I hated myself. All I did was cause pain to myself and others.

I stumbled forward a little furthur before falling onto the cold concrete. I turned over on my side and recognized where I was. It was kind of ironic.

This alley will be my begginning as well as my end, I thought to myself. Then, I closed my eyes and gave in to the exhaustion.