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

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I stared up at the purple sky as the wind whispered into my ear. Paper white flowers surrounded me, their petals dancing in the breeze. I sat up abruptly as I heard laughter behind me. When I turned around, I was greeted by three familiar smiles.

I stood up and soon enough, a grin was spreading over my own face.

I ran towards them and they embraced me in a hug.

"Oh my god, Brooke..." my mother said, her voice muffled by our intertwined arms. Finally, they released me.

I looked at the three faces- my mom, my dad, and-

"CRYSTAL!" I said gleefully as I picked her up and spun her around. She shreiked with laughter as I put her down.

"Brooke..."

I looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Brooke..."

As it repeated, I searched my family's faces. They were just as confused as I was.

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"Brooke..."

"Hmmm...mmm..." I muttered, still half asleep.

"Brooke, wake up."

I opened my eyes to see Zayn sitting on the bed, probably still half-asleep himself. My eyes wandered around the room for a moment, searching for my family. My heart sank as I remembered that they were gone.

"I'm gonna go take a shower..." I muttered as I swung my feet over the edge of the bed.

I slowly lowered myself onto the cold floor, which sent shivers down my spine. I walked quietly over to the bathroom and turned on the light before closing the door behind me. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, hanging my head and letting the cold water run down my face.

I thought about the dream I had. It was one thing to dream about them being slaughtered- at least then I remembereed they were dead. It was worst to dream of them when they were alive and have to wake up and remember they weren't.

I finally noticed that I was crying, though it was hard to tell because of the water drops coming from the shower head. I turned the water off and stepped out. There was a towel on the counter, so I wrapped it around myself and walked back into Zayn's room.

There was a pile of folded clothes on the bed and a note. I picked it up.

Wear this!

-Louis

I smirked and picked up the outfit. It was a pair of grey jeggings (leggings that look like jeans), a black, tight-fitting t-shirt with a silver metalic cross on it, and a grey beanie. I smirked and slipped it on (along with my necklace) and walked out into the living room to find the boys watching the news.

"Hey." I said as I walked in. Zayn turned around and smiled.

"Hey Brooke." he said.

"How much longer until we leave?" I asked.

"About twenty minutes." Liam said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

"'Kay." I said as I plopped onto the couch next to Zayn.

"You ready for New York?" he asked me.

I smirked.

"No, but when will I ever be."

He smiled before looking me up and down.

"Hey, your bruises and stuff went away." he said enthusiastically. I looked at my arms.