Zayn's POV
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There she was, across the dark room. Standing alone.
She looked perfect.
I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was perfect.
She walked towards me, I placed my hands on her hips as we danced to the song. "Hello Zayn," She said. Confusion filles over me. I feel like I know her. Who is she? I want to know.
"Who are you?" I asked in confusion. She brought her arms upto my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my neck. She chuckled, "Who do you think I am?"
I squinted, trying to focus on the face. I don't know. "Samantha?" I questioned.
"Think again," The mysterious girl replied.
I squinted harder, "Ariana." I didn't even need to ask. I knew it was her. "Aw, Zayn. Calling me by my real name? What ever happened to 'cupcake'?" She pouted.
"Oh wwell, I am sorry, cupcake" I smirked. She gigled, "Much better,"
"Where's Samantha?" I asked.
"You tell me Zayn, this is your dream. Not mine, you make the desicion. . ." The voice was getting lower. Her body was fading. Suddenly, she was gone. Out of sight.
Confusion rushed over me. Her words kept replaying in my head.
You make the desicion.
You make the desicion.
You make the desicion.
What desicion?
What is she talking about?
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My body was shaking. Someone was shaking me.
What is going on?
"Zayn?" I heard a voice.
"Zayn, wake up," The same voice said.
I rubbed my eyes and took notice of my sorroundings. I'm at the hospital. I'm in my mothers room. I slept in the chair near her bed.
It was just a dream? What did it mean?
Mildred was standing there, infront of me.
"I slept here last night?" I questioned.
"Yes, you did. I got you some breakfast." She said.
"Thank you," I smiled and took the
food she brought from her hands.
She smiled and walked out of the room. I didn't want to eat now, I wasnt hungry. Maybe i'll eat later. But what should I do now? Express my feelings. How? By doing something I always do. Write and sing songs. I took a tissue from a table and grabbed a pen from the nurses clipboard. I need inspiration. I looked at my mother, laying down i her hospital bed. I turned on my phone and looked at my wallpaper. I just stared at the picture of me and Ariana. I started to write. Everything I was feeling, I wrote down. Soon enough. I wrote a song.
"Mum, i just wrote this song, I want you to here it. I know you can here me, mum. You always told me to express my feelings, so thats what i'm doing. This is how I feel mum."
"I thought I saw a girl brought to life
She was warm, she came around, she was dignified
Showed me what it was to cry
You couldn't be that girl I adored
You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know her anymore
There's nothing left, I used to cry
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changedInto something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
(I'm already torn)
There's nothing left
I used to cry
Inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn
Nothing's fine I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying broken on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
(I'm already I'm already torn)
Torn
Oh Torn."
"This is how I feel, mum. Torn." I said to her as the tears slipped out of my eyes.
I'm hurt.
I'm broken.
I'm depressed.
I'm confused.
And most of all, i'm Torn.
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A/N:
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