The Frozen Heart (Ziall)

Chapter 1 ~ 3 months & my life

Chapter 1 ~ 3 months & my life

*3 months later*

~Niall's POV~

Three months have passed since the day I ran away from home. I've been walking every day, trying to get away from that horrible place I used to call home once.

I haven't talked to a lot of people. Maybe to a few in shops when I bought some stuff, what didn't happen a lot. 

I need to save my money. It's not that much, so I try to steal as much as possible. I wash in small creeks, just as my clothes. 

Up till now, it has been good. 

I don't freeze. The cold doesn't even bother me. That's an advantage of the 'gift' I have. Even though I don't see it as a gift, but as a curse. 

I don't even know how it works. 

I figured that when something touches my skin, it freezes. But that's not always the case. The clothes I wear don't freeze. When I take a shower in a lake with a waterfall, the water doesn't freeze. But when I'm walking and a branch hits my cheek, it freezes.

Well, I lied. My clothes do freeze eventually, just as the water, but it doesn't happen immediately. 

I gave up on trying to understand. I don't know how it works and no one does. No one can help me. I'm all alone in this world. 

After a few weeks of walking through woods, little villages and meadows, I had finally reached Dublin. 

I had never been there before, but I like the city. 

I had stayed there for about a week when it had happened. 

I had been eating a sandwich I stole from a supermarket a few streets back. The alley I had been sitting was one of those where normal people who are scared of criminals stay out of. 

I should have known better. 

Of course, the two men walked into the alley just when I finished eating. Their appearance scared me. They didn't look like nice people in general. 

They had worn leather and tattoos, and piercings had covered their faces and every free spot of skin I could see.

They had started to whisper and point at me when they saw me. I should have been alarmed, but stayed where I was. 

Of course, they had come up to me and tried to rape me. 

I pleaded for them to let me go. I know what would happen when they touched me, but they didn't. 

It didn't last long before the first man laid his hand on my cheek. Immediately my gift had frozen him. 

The other man hadn't stopped yelling at me. I was used to the words, my parents told me them every single day, but he had also punched me.

He had frozen, but my cheek has now a big blue spot. 

I had panicked after that and ran away. Soon I had found an open window that led me into someone's basement. I found a hiding place and fell asleep. 

The next day I had sneaked out and went to the boat house. On television there I had seen that the police discovered the weird accident. Two frozen men, dead cause of under cooling.

They didn't know how this could have happened.

As fast as possible I had departed to England, leaving Ireland behind.

A day later I had arrived in the old harbour in Holyhead. I stole some food and restarted my journey.

Right now, I'm somewhere near Spalding. I've been traveling through England for a few months with no real destination. People are friendlier here, but that might just be me. 

I never stayed longer than one week in one place. I just hope I find a place to stay soon. Somewhere where people appreciate me.

During my travel, I've had a lot of time to think. 

My gift, my curse. It will always end my possibilities in life. I'll never find a job since I have to wear gloves for everything. I'll never make friends. They'll just think I'm a freak and run away from me. If I don't freeze them first.

I'll never find love.

~*~

~Zayn's POV~

"Zayn! Dinner is ready! I made your favorite!" I hear my mother yell from downstairs. 

I sigh and shut off my computer. 

I had been looking for some news. News about anyone who is like me.

You see, I have this special 'gift". The whole town knows that I can control fire. They think I'm some sort of God or something like that. 

It's like they worship me. 

I hate it.

I think they are just scared of me on the inside. They know I can hurt them if I want to, but I'm not some sort of monster.

Even my parents treat me like that. I hate it. I fucking hate it so much.

"Coming!" I yell back and run downstairs. When I sit down in my seat, my food is already there, as always.

"Bonn appetite, honey." My mother says.

My parents never touch me. They know better than doing that. They'd probably burn. Just like everything else I touch.

Over the years I learned to control the fire. I am able to touch things without burning them for a short period of time. I'm also able to create a fire and hold it in my hand. 

That's a good thing I guess.

I've worn contact lenses ever since I was little, just to make my eyes look a normal brown instead of the fire red colour they actually are.

I quickly finish my dinner, walking back upstairs to my room, opening my laptop again. 

My eye falls on an article from Dublin a few weeks ago. It's about two men who got frozen and no one knows how this was possible.

My heart starts racing. Maybe it had been someone like me. I can't help but smile. 

I need to find that person.

I get up and start making my backpack. 

I'm going to find the person, no matter what my parents tell me. 

I could see the looks they were giving me at dinner this night. They were nervous, like they expected me to burn them any moment. 

I'm sure they wouldn't even care if I ran away.

I take some clothes, my money and put on my shoes. Then I sneak downstairs and grab some food. 

After that, I sneak out of the house.

I start walking. Out of the house, out of the town, right to my destiny. 

I will find them. I will prove I'm not alone.

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