* I advise you to get a box of tissues while reading this chapter ok
don't say I didn't warn youuuu*
~ Chapter Four ~
Brietta's Point of View
No, I wasn't mad at Louis, Zayn, Niall and Harry. I was simply upset at the fact that I could no longer talk to Liam. I honestly thought that there was nothing wrong with it. Sure it was a little weird at first, but it definately wasn't enough to make me land in a fricken padded cell.
As much as I wanted to be mad, I can't. Maybe it's a good thing.
The first week was rough. I didn't eat. I spent day and night staring at the four white padded walls that surrounded me. I drank water and ate mushy potatoes once per day. The only thing that intrigued me was my black jumpsuit. The color stood out from the white cell wall.
It made me feel like I was a bad person. As weird as it is, my surroundings were innocent – it was me who was the deviated one. Maybe that’s why they put me in a black jumpsuit. I asked for a pen a sheets of paper, and one of the guards gave me a pink velvet-covered book.
Dear Liam, baby, you’re still in my thoughts.
They locked me in here, and made me feel like I’ve done wrong. I have, haven’t I?
I killed you. Not directly, of course. But babe, just know that I still love you.
I’ve been preoccupied in here, just listening to the loud thoughts of mine raging over and over again, screaming obscurities at myself. It’s my fault.
Lee-lee, I’m scared in here. Though it’s padded in here, I can still hear screams echo-ing next door. They keep me up. Not that I sleep. I can’t sleep in guilt. Remember the time I accidently ran over Brit’s tail with my wagon? I kept giving her treats all day, and then you kissed my nose and told me that it’s okay and that I’m spoiling her?
Why am I in here Liam? Did I do something really bad to the boys? I don’t think I did. Maybe they’re mad because I took you away from them.
There is no more One Direction; and I know that it meant everything to the boys. Are they really mad at me?
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The Liam Star
Fanfic❝I hate the stars, because I look at the same ones you do, without you.❞ Have you ever looked up at the stars and though about what they could symbolise? What if stars were just holes where souls just passed through to go into the next life or just...
