[COMPLETED]
❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
I slip on my jeans, beyond happy that I'm finally being let out of this fucking hospital. It's been two days of shitty meals, insufferable nurses, and constant visits from doctors. I'm tired of being asked the same questions, several times a day, and being scolded by the nurse for yelling at her.
"The nurse gave me some of your stuff," Kit says from behind me, carrying a few of my personal items. As she's turning something around in her hands, I notice a cell phone, and I greedily steal it from her.
I'm sure it's mine, but it's practically destroyed. The screen is cracked and twisted so badly that it's nearly falling off, and when I press the power button, nothing happens. Looks like whoever attacked me, also ensured that the phone was destroyed in the process. I'm positive the thing's broken, but I won't know until I'm able to plug it into a charger to see if anything happens.
"This is neat." When I look at Kit, she's staring at this black ring she's holding between her fingertips. I grab it from her, eyeing it up. It has the tread of a tire on the outside, with a single initial on the inside—a Z. I easily slip it onto my right hand, not remembering ever owning a ring like this, but it suits me and it's fucking wicked.
I put my leather jacket on, checking in the mirror that I look alright. When I'm pleased with how I appear, I peer back at Kit who asks, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, c'mon, we're going to a party." I nod at the door to the room before walking out of it, and head straight down the hall. I'm already reaching for a cigarette from inside my pocket, desperate for the feeling that nicotine gives me.
"A party?" Kit breathes, basically jogging to keep up to me.
"Yeah, Drew came to see me late last night. Said he's having a party, so we're going."
The second we exit the hospital, Kit grabs my arm, effectively stopping me in my tracks. "What're you talking about? I thought we were going home."
"Drew's coming to get me right now, so you can either come with me or go home by yourself," I snap at her as I light the cigarette between my lips. The instant I inhale, I end up closing my eyes as the pleasure overwhelms me. It's been too long.
Kit crosses her arms beside me and huffs. "Alright, fine."
"Alright, fine, what?"
"I'll come with you," she mumbles out, clearly annoyed.
"Great," I say it as if it means something that she's coming with me. In reality, I couldn't give two fucks. I don't care if she stays here with me, or if she walks away right now. Frankly, she's gotten to be pretty fucking annoying over the last few days. She always seems to be around, reassuring me that we've been together for months and that I love her, but I don't care. I don't fucking remember her, so how am I supposed to just pretend that I love her? I don't even know her last name and she acts as if it's not important. I can't love her, I don't know who she is. Yet, she expects me to somehow miraculously love her with every fibre of my being when I just want to fuck her and watch her leave.
