Three Way Relationship

24 - Nothing Works ~ Simply Say He's Lost

Zayn's POV

The moment Justin eyes were open, we waited patiently.

He didnt scream, or shout...

that's good, right?

I took a cautious step closer.

His eyes were glued to the ceiling, his lips pressed firmly together.

"Justin?" I swallowed.

Nothing.

Not a reply, scream or kick.

I slowly touched his arm, but still, nothing.

"Justin, baby?" I whispered, rubbing his arm.

Justin turned to his side, away from me.

His eyes staring blankly in front of himself.

I looked to Niall, noticing his confused - yet saddened expression.

I think its confirmed...

We've definitely lost the Justin we once knew.

I walked to Niall, hugging him sideways.

"Do you think..."

"If he doesn't at least talk to us within the next 24 hours, I think he needs to see professionals..." I nodded, confirming Niall's worries.

Niall burried himself in my arms, holding me tightly.

I sighed, closing my eyes.

Justin's POV

I can't run, I can't hide, I can't fall invisible.

I'm stuck, images flashing my mind constantly.

I don't know if its real, I don't know where I am.

The best I can do is be silent, pray silently...

beg for God to spare me his mercy and just end me.

All I can see is the man who bought me, Master as we're meant to call him.

Just vivid images of him commanding me to do things, him doing what he wanted to me.

I was a broken toy he wanted to play with, that's all I'll ever be.

My mind's trying to trick me into believing Zayn and Niall are here, but they're not.

They cant be.

They dont want a useless piece of shit like me.

I liked the silence in the room, glad my head could somewhat block out everything.

Its what you call being numb, just giving up on your emotions, forgetting I guess.

I should just forget.

Forget Zayn. Forget Niall. Forget feelings.

What's the point of feeling? It hurts too much.

I'm not sane anymore, I literally think I'm nuts now.

I can't tell reality from fantasy, so obviously I'm lost.

"Useless..." My head spoke.

I closed my eyes, trying to numb out thoughts.

"Pathetic..."

I swallowed.

"Disgusting..."

I opened my eyes, using my left hand to pinch my right arm.

It didn't really hurt, but there was some pain... some feeling.

Nothing can fix me, I'm practically dead.

Niall's POV

Next Day...

No movement came from Justin for over 24 hours, and Zayn did what he had to...

He contacted local therapists, and a nearby ward.

I knew I wouldn't be able to handle watching Justin be taken to some mental ward, so I gave him a kiss on his forehead before telling Zayn I'd meet him at home.

The last thing I wanted to see was Justin go, after we only just got him back.

I felt like I wouldn't see him again.

-

I fell into our bed, closing my eyes and sighing.

I think sleep will do me good.

I'd barely slept lately, and all this stress was carrying me down.

Maybe this would clear my head a bit...

I might think of something to help Justin... maybe...