Taken By Five Murderers (A ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION)

Sad Feelings

My hands tremble as I rake the blade over my skin once again. This had become a horrible habit, but it makes me feel better. It's only been five days and I've gone crazy of guilt. I should be trying to get someone's attention... But all I have done is sit around, tending to the needs of my parents murderers. I haven't even gotten a single clue as to why they killed them in the first place. I can barely breathe. It's not fair that I am alive and my parents are not. I should be dead too. I swipe again, and again, and again. Plus many more times.

"Violet? What are you doing? Taking a big dump?!" Harry yells and laughs, waiting by the door for an answer. I quickly shove my dark sleeves down, throwing the razor into the drawer. I then wipe my eyes and open the door, shuffling past Harry into my room which used to be the hall closet. It's big enough for a full size bed and a dresser. Still tiny though.

"Violet, wait!" Harry grabs my wrist and I wince in pain but hide it when I turn around.

"What?" Harry looks at me for a few moments, shocked at the tone in my voice. I sound completely depressed. Utterly defeated. My eyes are dark from little sleep. I've been having nightmares about my parents.

"I just...." He pauses, thinking over what he should say instead of what he was going to. "Want you to go to bed and don't come out the rest of the day. Sleep." He decides and shoves me into my room, locking the door from the outside. They added that two days ago when I was trying to escape. I stabbed Liam with a fork.

Tears roll down my cheeks more as I climb slowly into bed and pull the covers over me. I lay on my side and bring my knees to my chest. My wrists sting, making my thoughts shift from my parents to that of the pain. The first couple days after my parents died I, oddly, wasn't depressed or overly sad. I think I was hoping this was all a dream, and that if I was positive my parents would wake me up the next morning for school. But a couple days ago, I told myself the truth. They are never coming back, and I am never getting out of here.
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"Violet." A voice whispers. I sit up quickly, in my old room. I sigh and lay down. I'm okay, everything is okay. It was all a dream.

"Viooolet." My mothers voice sings. Chills run up my spine. Her voice is soft and light, but has a dark feel to it. I hear her giggle. She's walking down the hallway to my room. A sound that makes me cringe starts; she's scraping her fingernails along the wall as she walks. I breathe fast and swiftly but quietly climb out of bed. I duck and roll under it, trying to calm myself and not cry at the same time.

Silence.

The door handle jiggles and turns, the door being pushed open slowly. It creaks as it opens. I can see two pairs of feet standing in the doorway. My mother and father.

My father laughs. "Violet. Sweetheart. Come out." He speaks, walking forwards, looking around. My mother giggles at him, her figure vanishing for a moment then coming back clear. It takes everything I have not to scream. Their skin is pale and bruised in some places. I can see blood running down their legs.

I think they're about to check under my bed where I am hiding, but they leave the room, calling out to my in their ghostly voices some more. I let out a small breath and look next to me.

My parents are there, their heads twisted in ways they shouldn't be and I gasp, letting out a scream.

"It was your fault!" They accuse with a smile as I scream.
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I sit up, my body covered in sweat even though the closet is freezing. It was the dream again. I hate it. Their voices. It's them but... Not them. They're out to get me. Ghosts. No soul. And it was all my fault. If I had just come home on time... Maybe I wouldn't died with them, or had a chance to help...

I fight the urge to cry and lay back in bed, wiping the sweat off of my face. I take deep breaths to stop myself from screaming. Someone knocks on the door, so I pull down my sleeves again to make sure.

"Violet?" The door handle jiggles, indicating they are unlocking it and are about to come in. I squint at the light coming in from the hallway and see Liam step into my tiny space. He closes the door behind him so I don't have to squint anymore. I can no longer see him, though. "Are you okay? Harry told me you looked horrible; that you haven't been sleeping." He explains softly, climbing on my bed and sitting by my feet. I don't answer, just press my lips together. "Why aren't you sleeping?" He continues to ask. I shrug, he can't see it but he can hear it. It was a lie, though. I know why I am not sleeping much. "I brought a sandwich and water... Niall says he hasn't seen you eat or drink in days...." A small tear rolls down my cheek and onto my pillow, but I have no expression and my breathing is normal.

Liam shifts, flipping on the light in the closet to let me eat. I close my eyes until they have time to adjust and open them slowly. He sets the food and water on my dresser and pulls back my covers. "Cmon." He tells me, grabbing around my stomach and lifting me into his arms. He sets me on the edge of the bed so I am sitting up. I don't react, I just sit there. My eyes stay glued to the floor. Any time I see their faces, I get reminded of my parents.

"You need to eat, here." Liam grabs half of the sandwich and holds it in front of me. I glance at it then look away again. I don't feel like eating. I feel like I've just stuffed myself with a big Turkey dinner while some poor kids watch in agony from outside. Selfish. They should give this sandwich to the mice, not me. Liam sighs and puts it back on the plate.

"Violet," He speaks. I can tell he's looking at me even though I'm not looking back. "You can't carry on like this. We are taking care of you; what more could you want?" My chest pulses in rage. My head snaps in his direction.

"You know what I want? What I WANT!? I want my life to go back to normal. I want my parents to be alive. I want you guys in jail!" I yell at him and he flinches a little, startled by my sudden outburst. Liam raises his hand and it's my turn to flinch as I turn my head away, waiting for the smack. But he doesn't hit me. He instead places that hand on my head, making me face him again.

"Violet, those are true. I know people. But I also know this fact; you think that your parents death are your fault." My mouth slightly opens and my eyes widen. My hands shake a little. He saw right through me! "But they aren't, Violet, ... They're ours. I don't think killing your parents was advisable, even though they knew who we were and what we did. But we were all scared. Two of us more than others. I'm telling you that two of us five guys killed your parents. The rest of us were so scared and shocked we didn't stop them. We were too cowardly..." He pauses. I look away again. "So it wasn't your fault... Even if you were here with them, we wouldn't have killed you. We would have kept you like we are doing..."

Tears fall onto my hand and my bottom lip quivers. Liam sighs.

"It's not your fault. It's mine. It's Harry's. It's Niall's and Zayn's and Louis'. So don't kill yourself over guilt. It should be us in your place..." He stands, turning off the light and opening the door. I lay back in bed and pull the covers over me. "I'll check on you in a couple hours. I expect that sandwich to be eaten, and all the water gone." He closes the door and locks it. I sob and let the tears finally flow.

Thanks Liam, but, no matter what you tell me, I will know that their death is still on me.

And that I'm still doing nothing to help make things at least a little right.

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Okay! So sorry for not updating I am still traveling! In Minnesota at the moment!

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