Zejda's P.O.V:
Its like the world dies. Forever. The color turns dull and you turn blind. And you wonder, why me? "Nialls in a coma!" Kayleigh shouts then quickly covers her mouth as if she shouldn't have said that. I thrash around feeling emotional and physical pain. It hurts. "NO! WHY ISNT IT ME?! NO! I HATE THE WORLD!" I scream almost punching Kayleigh in the face. This must be a bad dream. Kayleigh sobbed in the corner in her own little world. "Why?" I whisper.
Harrys P.O.V:
I hear screeching inside. Then it ends. I open the door shortly after. Kayleigh sits in the corner looking dark and depressed. Zejda lays in the bed, cold eyes and all. That only meant one thing. "GET OUT! NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN I HATE EVERYBODY!" Zejda screamed making my ear drums about burst. "Its okay." I told Zejda. "Its not a coma that will last forever. Maybe a few years." I muttered the last sentence. That only mad it worse. She took a eating knife and held it up. "NOBODY WILL LIVE IF NIALL DIES!" she shouts throwing the knife at Zayns head. Luckily Zayn ducked and the knife was stuck in the wall. I've never seen Zejda be so dark. Then the least expected happened. A limping figure came in the room. His head was shaved and he had many casts on him. Was it? No. Could it be? No. "Stop." the figure said weakly. And he dropped to the floor. I stood over the figure and made out Nialls face.
