Gone

"Schizophrenia" 7

My mouth was being pressed together. I looked and noticed a man holding a white cloth to my nose and mouth. it smelled weird. Through my side view I noticed the other men were carrying the boys bodies outside. There, I saw Niall being lifted up. His arm hung down, and skimmed the floor. The man noticed me watching the boy I really liked being carried out into oblivion. He chuckled, and mumbled, "He'll never like you. You're ugly, and fat, and you're worthless. It'll never happen." My eyes widened in horror, and I felt them lift my body up and away. 

"So, Niall...." Harry's voice. It was Harry. I stopped myself from opening my eyes. "You like her." He didn't ask, he told. 

"No..." Niall's Irish voice silenced the room. "I love her. It's undescribable." Someone laid their hand along my hair line. They pulled my hair back, petting my head lightly. 

"'Re ya sure lad?" Zayn spoke. I never heard his voice besides one time. 

"I'm in love with her. Everything's so perfect about her. I mean I know we just met a week ago but I love her so much." 

I couldn't stay 'asleep' any longer so I pretended to stretch out, and I sat up. I smiled at everyone who was staring at me. I looked around. Where were we? We moved some where else. The boys besides Niall crawled into a corner and talked quietly. Liam laid down to sleep. There was no point in blaming him. The only thing there was to do was sleep. 

Niall leaned over, and once I turned my head he kissed me. We laid down and stayed silent. No one spoke for a while. We all just thought. It was like we could talk to each other through our brain waves. 

The next day no one talked the whole time. What was there to even say? Nothing. Harry rocked himself in a ball. Zayn laid and scratched himself. His arms, deeply. He left deep red marks, and tiny dots of blood. Liam stared wide eyed at the ceiling. We didn't eat at all that day. Louis stared at Harry rocking himself. Once he lightly touched Harry's shoulder, but Harry oddly hissed at him.

The new room was like a dirty motel room. It was as if we were staying here because this was all we could afford. It was dirty and grimy. Eventually Harry broke the everlasting silence. He began screaming at the top of his lungs. "Get out! Get out! Get out! I don't like you!" He pounded his hands against his ears. He screamed again, "Get out of my head!", but Louis got up, and craddled him in his arms. 

"Hazza, what's wrong?" Harry's eyes were wide, full of salty tears. "Harry! Harry! What's wrong?" 

"The voices. They left but ... but .... they are back. Get out! Get out!" Tears slid down his cheek, he was obviously frightened terribly. "Get the fuck out!" He hit his head over and over until Louis held his hands in Louis' hands. 

"Harry, what voices?" Niall held me, I knew I was shaking. Tears slid down my face, and I shook with my own terror. Niall asked again, "Harry, what are you hearing?"

"The demons.They are calling me. They keep calling my name."

"Is Harry schizophrenic?" Louis shrugged. 

"Harry ..." Louis rubbed Harry's back. Liam and Zayn starred at Harry along with Niall and I. "Harry have you ever been diagnosed with schizophrenia?"

"Get out... please..." he sobbed, covering his head with his large hands. 

Niall held me, while I covered my ears. Harry eventually calmed down but repeatedly mumbled, "Get out ... get out please .... please get out .... get out." 

The next morn, I noticed there was a tiny window, but even if someone lifted me up to reach it, I wouldn't reach it. I paused, and looked around. We were back at the house. "We're back at the house. We were here first. This was the first house. We're back." Everyone nodded, and Harry rocked himself. Zayn just seemed to be in a long stage of depression while Liam just starred at the walls. The men came in the room, and pressed the magic cloth to us again. 

 So who has heard Best Song Ever yet? It was leaked XD And let me correct some of you. You are a true fan if you listen to BSE. You are a true fan if you wait. The only thing that makes you a directioner, and doesn't is if you don't support the boys. You can ship Larry (I do), say Lewis, not like a song or two, write Neil, Herry, Lima, Louise, or Zaine, and you're still a directioner. If you hate on them, you aren't. If you hate on a girlfriend you aren't. Thought I'd clear it up.