Dorm Room 42779 ("Turn On The Lights" Sequel)

Chapter VI: Counting Stars

1.Run
2.Shoo
3.Free
4.Score
5.Strive
6.Ticks
7.Heaven
8.Hate
9.Whine
10.Men

On my fingers, I counted out all the things on my mind.

1. I ran throughout the parking lot last night, trying not to get kidnapped.

2. These swarms of flies were driving me insane!

3. I wish I wasn't in captivity.

4. Scoring wasn't a strong point lately.

5. I was attempting all ways to get out of here.

6. The clock ticking on the wall was reminding me that every second I sat here was a moment in my life wasted.

7. Would I ever be taking a trip to heaven? If so, I hope it's pleasant.

8. I hated how I was put in these positions. It was agitating.

9. I found that I whine a lot more often.

10. Men seemed to be the center of my problems, not trying to be sexist, but it was true.

Laid on the cold cement floor, my hair fanned out above my head, I stared at the ceiling. There were small, plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars. Although the mood wasn't too pleasant, I smiled at the stars. It reminded me of my childhood, when I used to sneak out my window at night just to get a good glimpse of them. Eventually my mother would come in to check on me and notice I was gone, then she'd come outside and sit with me awhile. Once I started to drift off, she'd pick me up and tuck me under the covers.

I giggled, due to recalling the memory.

I was a silly child.

"Miss me? Boo?" A voice chuckled, sitting upright quite abruptly, I turned and saw those familiar hazel eyes.

"Zayn? What are you doing here?" I smiled, jumping to my feet and pulling him into an embrace.

"Just uh....needed to ask you something." He shrugged, and I giggled.

"I shouldn't have been worried! Oh that totally seems like something you would've done! I'm so stupid, I can't believe it never occurred to me that-"

"Darcie!" He said, pulling out of our hug, cutting me off from my sentence.

"What?" I questioned, quirking an eyebrow. He was usually never this impatient.

"I have to ask you something!" Zayn scoffed, and I released yet another giggle.

I missed him.

"Fire away, Malik." I laughed, running a hand through my hair.

"Who's after you?"

My heart suddenly dropped. Recollecting my smile, which I'm sure wasn't at-all convincing, I spoke up.

"If I knew, I would tell you. But I don't....so I have to go." I sighed, pushing past him and attempting to find an exit.

"You have to have some sort of evidence. The Darcie I know would." His words jumbled in my head, and I stopped in my tracks.

So this is what it's about?

Our past life?

"Well, she crashed into a 16-wheeler. It kinda changes you." I choked out, tears welling in my eyes.

"I can help you! Don't you understand?! I'm trying to help you!" He shouted, gripping onto my shoulder. I shrugged him off, turning to face him.

"Helping me, is not bringing up the past. Helping me, is letting me just cry out all my fears and tell you everything that's happened. Helping me, is allowing me to be free, and express myself. YOU, are not helping me." I spat, my nose wrinkling and a crease becoming apparent in my forehead.

"Well then talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Please." Zayn begged. I stood there for a moment, just staring back into his eyes.

Pain.

Tiredness.

Determination.

"Fine."

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Sooooooo sorry for the long wait, I've been scraping up bits and pieces for ideas, and this one just happened to come together. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed and I think I might have the next chapter up soon, I don't have a specific date though. :D
~Sara Avery xx