Finally Special

Until the End

A/N I just want to prewarn you who bother to read this. It's... intense. It's emotion plain and simple and if you want to skip this, I understand. I don't think anyone bothers with this anymore, but it's my writing so I don't mind. You've be warned though. (:

Harry's POV

"What do we do?"

"Hmm?" I hum, not even looking at the boy that rules my life.

"Harry!" he snaps, forcing my attention on to him. Tears swim in his bright blue eyes, ears drooping as he stares up at me.

"What's wrong?" I question, cupping his face.

"Did you see her!?" Louis sobs. "How did we not notice!!?"

"What?" I ask, genuinely confused. I'm not sure what or who he is talking about.

"Aisha." he tells me.

"What about her?" A look of incredulity crosses his face as he searches my eyes, my face, for something, for anything.

"How did you not notice?" he whispers.

"Notice what!?" I ask, getting frustrated. "She looked fine. Sure she was a little torn up about their decision, but she seemed ok."

"No she didn't!" he shouts, causing me to recoil. Currently we are in our room, sitting on the bed. Huffing, I lean up against the back board just looking at him. A sudden thought comes to him.

"Harry?" he queries, to which I hum in response. "When was the last time we saw her before today?"

"Ummm..." I ponder, thinking back. This is causing my head to hurt. "I'm not sure...." Suddenly images flash through my brain, causing me to reel back in agony. This isn't like my normal premonitions, this is as though a dam broke in my brain. I remember.

"How did we forget?" I whisper, looking at Louis.

"The dark circle." he says, mouth set. "That's what caused it. Remember we were with her, then just left."

"How could we do that?" I question, running my hands through my curls, tugging roughly on each one.

"Stop that." says Louis gently, smoothing my hair down, and removing my hands. "We just know we can't follow through with the ritual they were talking about."

"No. We can't. I don't understand why.." I start, before my vision is changed. I see Aisha, sitting alone. I can't tell where she is, but I see the blade. I see her carve into her skin, writing a single word. WEAK. I see her with new eyes, see how frail, how unhealthy she looks. Her beautiful hair is a tangled mess, her face exceedingly pale. Her eyes are dead, there is no spark, no life, no hope. Rimmed red with dark circles underneath, she looks exhausted. Her hand is wrapped in a dirty bandage, and there are cuts running from her wrist to her elbow. Slowly the vision fades, and my eyes focus on the ceiling. I'm lying on my back with Louis next to me. The tears seep out of my eyes, dripping down my cheeks and on to the mattress.

"What have we done." I whisper, moving into a fetal position, ignoring the pleas from my boyfriend.

Niall's POV

"We can't do this." I say to Zayn, watching his face. For a guy who just saw our friend absolutely fall apart to despair, his emotions are relatively neutral. I didn't realise how bad she was. I have been avoiding the circle because of how negative the emotions are. Feelings of hate, and anger are so prominent and it physically pains me to be around them. I just lost track of Aisha. Upon seeing her today I was filled with such shock and horror. But I seemed to be the only one. Something is wrong with our circle's emotions.