Cursed

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

We sat by the door and waited for him to come out. We talked about the events that I had missed and the many deaths that have occurred.

"You know, I didn't know if you were alive when I saw him with you. You looked so...so lifeless," he said after a while. I look up at him and his blue eyes shift down to my brown ones. "You're quite beautiful," he says. I smile in return. His hand drifts over to mine. I jump a little, slightly scared. What if I loose him? What if I loose Luke because of him? I pull back and stand up. He looked up to me and his eyes stare into mine. He smiles and nods then stands up and walks away.

I hope that he isn't angry with me. It's just odd. I don't have anyone but Luke. I haven't for a long time. Mom left me with dad and after about a year Dad got cancer. He fought and I cried every day, but Luke was always there. His hand on Dad's shoulder, me crying into his shoulder, his arms around me at the...the funeral. Always.

I slam my hand on the door. He'd been in there for about thirty minutes. "Luke! Let me in! Now!" I yell. The boy who's name was Harry walks by and pulls me into a small room.

"What's going on?" he says. His eyebrows scrunch together as if in thought.

"Why? Is he mad?" I say a little to quickly. His bright emerald green eyes shine in the dim room and the lights flicker. We look up to the ceiling in unison. "Uh-oh. That's not good," I say as the lights begin to flick on and off faster and faster until they finally shut off. He looks at me and his mouth drops open. He runs over to the window and pulls the curtains open. The darkness travels from one window to the next until the world around us is black. I run into the center room, or at least what I think is the center room, and one by one all of us with the exception of Luke gather in the room.

I hear a door open and turn to find Luke practically running toward me. He grabs my arm and looks me in the eye. "Are you ok? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Lace. When the light went out I thought, well, I don't know. I thought you had left me. Gone for supplies or something," he says to quickly. His eyes are puffy and his fists red with blood. I grab his hands and examine them closely.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Calm down. Why did you lock yourself in there? You scared me," I respond, as he pulls from my grip and slips his hands into his jean pockets nervously.

"Guys, you may want to see this," a newer voice speaks, but as I turn I find that it is Zayn. He's looking out the window. Niall is the first to reach him, me being the second.

"Oh. My. Gosh," I say followed by a gasp coming from behind me. All I see is blood, the dead walking on the streets, the eaten eating, the dead are alive.

Niall puts his arm around me as he's still looking out the window. I feel tears running down my cheeks and voices become distance. My breathes come and go, fast and short. I think about my mother who could be still alive. I think about my deceased father and, for a split moment, am happy he is gone. He doesn't need this. My knees get weak and Niall turns, his hand still on me. He pulls me a little closer and looks me in the eye. "Hey, hey. Look at me, okay? It's going to be ok. I promise. I'm here, Luke is here. It's alright," he says and for that amount of time he was the only person I saw, heard, felt. He was the only one.