My mind subconsciously reminds me to check my phone and I reach for my back pocket before finding that it's not there. I left it on the coffee table. Turning around to retrieve the device, I excuse myself for a moment before heading out of the room. My name is called and I turn back around to face Liam.
His face is red and he stutters as he speaks. "I think you should g-go ahead and eat something."
My eyes narrow. "Yeah... I will in a second." I start walking again.
"Wait!" I stop, not bothering to turn back around. "Just look at the dessert Eleanor made."
Sighing, I oblige and turn around to find him holding nothing but a freaking cupcake. Shaking my head, I start to turn back around before doing a quick scan of the room. Louis isn't in here. My eyes widen as I again feel for my phone that isn't there.
My name gets called out by various voices as I dart out of the room, using the door frame to swing myself out of the room. Multiple footsteps sound after me as I sprint to the living room. I stop as soon as I see Louis on my phone, my knees weakening.
It only takes me a split second to regret stopping, because soon I'm face down on the ground with as little as 3 people piled on top of me. It sure feels like a hell of a lot more.
I struggle to get out of their grip, wriggling around nonstop. Tears rush down my face as unrecognizable sounds pour from my lips. Louis looks down at me with pitying eyes, but doesn't return my phone. As I twist around under the guys' grip I give them a run for their money and get halfway out so that they only have my legs. My slight joy is ended when they drag me back under.
"Please," I sob. "Please don't!" My fingers reach out at nothing as I look up at Louis again. I start to calm down, the feeling of hopelessness setting in. When I hear the click the phone makes as it gets unlocked, I scream in pain, every single moment of this burning my heart a tiny bit more.
Harry's hair hangs in front of my face as he whispers for me to calm down, but I reach my hand out and push his head away, tired of the words.
"We just want to know what's going on, Niall. It's nothing personal. We're just doing what we think is best for you," Louis says, tears poking at his eyes as his sniffles. "Please don't be upset with me."
Being the blubbering mess that I am, I can't answer him but with a few simple words. Yet when I say them they don't sound like words at all.
Louis grimaces before looking back down at the phone that illuminates his face, parts of his features being shadowed. The image is repulsing as he looks sinister and evil, regardless of the few tears that stray on his cheeks.
I feel small and pathetic at how easy I was beaten, and my stomach twists in agony, the thought of what will happen to Amie becoming unbearable. Bile rises in my throat, but I force it back down. There's no need for that right now.
Defeated, I lay my forehead on the ground and sob onto the carpet, my tears creating a wet spot on the beige material. My muscles ache from my struggle, but I hardly acknowledge the pain.
I speak words of despair into the carpet, coughing everywhere to keep air in my lungs. Oxygen seems to avoid me as I whisper despondent words into the carpet.
"I'm sorry, Amie. I'm so sorry." My head hurts from all of the crying and stress, and it pulses every time I try to breathe in. My empty fingers pull at the short carpet strands, searching for anything to hang onto as I'm completely pushed off that edge of insanity. I feel myself falling and I cling on tighter. It's no use. I can feel my mind unraveling as the pain reaches its highest point when the room goes silent except for my wailing.
They've seen it. I know they have, and now they're speechless.
The boys remove themselves from on top of me, but I still can't find it in me to sit up. I even refuse to look up, because I know that once I do I will regret it. I'd rather stay facing this rugged carpet than having to see the boys' horrified faces and later see Amie's mutilated body laying in a coffin.
She'll be pale just as she was in the hospital, but this time there will be no monitor seated next to her letting me know that she's still alive. No more tubes and machinery will surround her to keep her alive, for she will already be dead.
Those thoughts ring around in my mind, setting me ablaze as I continue to blame myself for every single damn thing that's happened to her. She deserves so much better than me. Well, deserved. Using it in past tense causes more despairing moans to fall from my mouth. I clutch at my heart, praying to God that this pain will end.
My body parts don't seem to work as they numb over, the flames of agony licking at my skin as I continue to grovel on the ground. If this is the pain that I experience on earth I'm not sure I want to know what's going to happen when I'm sent into the depths of hell. I'm damned to rot in the underworld for eternity as punishment for damaging such a sweet, innocent soul like Amie, and I know it.
"I'm sorry, Amie. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The words will not stop emerging as hard as I try to stop them. She won't care how sorry I am. After torturing her pure form, something as simple as 'sorry' just won't cut it.
It's in this moment that I despise love. The way I imagine it coming off of my lips makes me sick. Love is horrible and disgusting. It lets you think that everything will be just fine- that you are untouchable and that pain is just a figment of your imagination.
Love is just weakness. Love is the chink in everyone's armor. Seeing someone you love in pain hurts you and makes you want to do everything in your ability to prevent it or stop it altogether.
I guess that's the reason that Louis throws the phone to me down on the floor as if it is poison, speaking words that send relief coursing through me like a river.
"Fine. You win. I didn't read it."
He and the other boys then exit, leaving me crouching over my phone, tears of reprieve drenching my paled cheeks.
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