My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 34

Numb.

That's all I felt. It was all I felt when I saw Daniel falling to the ground, nearly lifeless. All I felt when I watched him die, blood everywhere, a small smile on his face as he muttered out his last word: "Sorry." I felt the numbness when I watched Liam fall onto the couch with exhaustion. I felt it when I realized he would die too if we didn't get him out of here. I still felt it when I made my way blindly to the couch, falling down beside Liam. I felt it as I cried, tears rolling silently down my cheeks as I stared at Daniel's dead body.

Life shouldn't have turned out this way. When had it went so wrong? When did everything fall apart? When did it crash all around me before I could even attempt to stop it?

I continued to cry as I watched Kellin, who was sitting motionlessly on the ground, his eyes shut. I knew what he was thinking. It was what all three of us were thinking: too much death.

The silence was almost too peaceful, too quiet. Was it all over?

I smiled slightly to myself out of pure spite. No, it wasn't over. And it never would be over. Daniel may be dead along with so many others, but it wasn't over. I would have to live with this forever, and so would Liam, Kellin, Tony, and everyone in our town. An innocent girl lost her life, a sick boy forced to other men into his sick scheme which resulted in another girl dead and the real enemy dead too.

This would be headline news.

I brought my knees up to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. Two years ago, I never would've expected my life to be like this. So..so messed up. I had witnessed two deaths over the span of a little more than a week. I had been raped, tormented. Kidnapped. I was never going to get over this, no matter how many times I kidded myself into thinking it would be alright.

Liam took my hand in his silently. I squeezed it gently, saying nothing. An understanding passed between us that now was the time for us to get lost in our own thoughts before we were brought back home and forced to relive the situation.

Getting up slowly, I looked at Liam once, smiled slightly, and walked out the front door. It was pitch black outside, the only light coming from the windows of the house. I sat down in the middle of the driveway, staring out into the woods.

Later today, chances were I would be back in San Diego. I felt more tears gathering in my eyes. I hadn't seen my parents or anyone except Liam for that matter in about a month, if not a little more. I had lost track of the days, honestly. The school year was probably 3/4 of the way over, if not a little less. Would I go back to school? I really had no idea. I would have to catch up on so much work, seeing as I was out so much.

San Diego seemed like an alienated place after all this time. It used to be home. It used to be where I was happiest with all of my family and friends. But the town was no longer home. It would be hell for a while, with all of the questions and tears and interviews with news people. Maybe after a while it would be home again. But that was only if Liam lived. If.

I got up and went inside to only check the time, finding Liam and Kellin both asleep. It was nearly 2am. Tony would've gotten to the house by now, and was probably on his way to the police station. I expected them to be here around 3:30am, 4am at the latest.

Going into the kitchen, I found stuff to make coffee in the kitchen and silently set to work making a pot. I could smell the strong scent of blood coming from just the other room, and got an overwhelming sick feeling in my stomach. I had almost forgotten Daniel had just killed himself, only in the other room. His lifeless body was in the other room while I was making coffee. It seemed sick.

The coffee was done in about fifteen minutes and I took the cup and went back outside, this time sitting on the front porch with a lantern.

When I was younger, the dark terrified me. And in San Diego, it was never completely dark. But out here in Georgia, it was completely dark, the moon and stars being hidden above the trees. But the dark here soothed me, I couldn't get enough of the peacefulness and serenity here. I drank my coffee slowly, wrapping the dirty thin jacket I had on tighter around me.

Life was short, it was funny. It threw so much stuff at you, you could never catch up completely, and when you did, you're out of breath. It's like running a marathon: run fast, but run too fast and you'll tire yourself out and lose the race. Try to run too fast through life and you end up dead. That's what happened to Daniel. He tried to get through life so fast, not accepting his losses. And he ended up dead. What did this mean for me? Would I die too? I didn't know. I didn't know anything anymore.

I stared off into the woods in silence for what seemed like an eternity before I finally saw the red and blue flashing lights of a cop car. It's sirens were blaring into the dead silence. Liam stepped out the front door, leaning against the frame. "So it's all over, huh?" he asked me softly as the cop car neared the house.

Looking at the car, not at him, I shook my head slightly. "It never will be over."