Chapter 21 - FINAL CHAPTER

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*Sarah’s POV*

I was pissed. Right now, Zayn and I were heading back to South Carolina. But that wasn’t the part I was mad about. First, we, I mean I, had to cut my skiing short because I fell off a chairlift. I thought it was no big deal but Zayn was ‘worried’ so he’s making me go see a doctor.

Second, I have to move to London.

Now, I bet London isn’t a bad city, but its NOT MY FUCKING CITY. I don’t want to start over I don’t wanna be thrown into some important life.

I want my friends, and I want familiarity. This isn’t fair.

ANd I know some people will come back saying, ‘but life isn’t fair.’ To people who say that, fuck you. You weren’t married at 17 were you? And if you were, did you love the guy? An if you were in ove, did he lock you in his basement and abuse you?

This wasn’t the life I wanted. Sure, I may have been going through a dark period. But don’t all teenagers? I was going to fix myself out, it might have just taken some time. ANd I don’t think there is anything wrong with liking to party.

But to anyone who didn’t know my backstory, I was just another troubled teen. Another teen that should be locked up. A bad influence.

But they don’t know how strong I really am. Most people would sink into depression and maybe even kill themselves. But I was strong. I didn’t. I survived.

You know the saying, “don’t judge a book by it’s cover?” Well that is the story of my life. I am judged and judged until there is nothing left to judge and then that is judged too. I am sick and tired of it. I don’t want to be an example for parents to show their kids why they should stay in school.

But it’s too late to change anything now. This is me. ANd I am not ashamed.

Once Zayn and I got off the plane, fans and paps attacked us. I think I lost a chunk of my hair. Zayn was a complete ass about it though. He kinda left me in the middle of a huge mob surrounding me. And then one of the securities had to come and get me.

“What the hell Zayn?! Nice thing to do, leaving your poor wife out there...” I said sarcastically. We both know I would in a fight, even if Zayn was treating me like a guy.

“You have and never will be my real wife. I could care less what happens to you.” Zayn spewed at me, venom dripping from his voice.

“Oh Zayn sweetie, you don’t scare me. I have seen teenage girls scarier than that. And you didn’t hurt my feelings at all. But I can hurt yours in a second.”

“How?” He questioned, now interested in the whole conversation. Before, he seemed bored.

“I’m Miss Bitch.” I let the bomb drop and I saw his face crumple. It truly was a beautiful thing.

“No...no, you can’t be. You’re not that cruel.” Zayn whispered, saying it over and over again.

“Guess again lover boy.” I laughed. You might call me sadistic, but hey, I am enjoying this. This asshole here ruined me. And now, I get to ruin him.

“How does it feel, knowing that your wife has made paintings were you were dead? When you were dying? When you were portrayed as who you really are, a homewrecker?” I taunted him.

To all the paps and fans watching our conversation, it looks normal. Zayn is hiding his feelings and smiling, but you only have to look into his eyes to see that he is faking it. And I look like I am whispering sweet words into his ear. If only they knew what was going on.

“Get into the goddamn car, we’re going to the doctors.” Zayn growled, and pushed me forward. I landed kinda weird in the car, but Zayn cared less then a rats ass about me.

When the door closed he exploded. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE MISS BITCH???!!!???” He screamed. I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost hearing forever in my left ear.

“Surprise!”

“Fuck you Sarah.” He gazed out the window.

“You didn’t but Niall did.” I smirked as I replied.

“I am done with you.” I think he started to cry. WHatever.

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So Zayn and I were in a little room waiting for the test results to come back from my X-Ray. He didn’t think anything was broken, but he wanted to make sure. Zayn and I were as far apart as possible, and we weren't talking.

The door opened and the doctor walked in. “Ah, Mrs. Malik.” I shuddered at the name.

“yes?”

“Well, good news,” the doctor began, “like I thought, nothing is broken. But we discovered something else from your tests.”

“Well, what?” Zayn piped in.

“Both of your kidneys are failing and in your left kidney, you have cancer.” He told me.

Wait. What?

“I have liver cancer?” I questioned. I hope that I am just being punked. I really do. Oh god, tell me this is a joke, that this isn’t real.

“Yes, and both of your kidneys are failing. We think it has to do with the amount of pot you smoke and the amount of alcohol you consume.”

“I can’t have cancer! I am only 17!” I cried out. And then I started to cry. With both of my kidneys failing and cancer in one, I doubt I’ll live to be a legal adult.

I stood up and ran out of the room.

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I was drunk and high.

I couldn’t process the news. So I am doing what i do best. Partying.

There was one really hot guy I wanted to bang before I did something. And I knew exactly what I was going to do. I thought this out for hours before I came here.

I walked up to the guy. “wanna fuck?” I asked bluntly. I had no time for flirting. The guy turned around. I was surprised when I saw Niall’s face.

“Damn Sarah, when would I ever say no?” He smiled and took my hand. As we began to walk away, Zayn came bursting in the door. I guess I won’t have time to bang Niall. Sigh.

“Sarah, look, we can help you-” He began

“No you can’t”

“I don’t like you, but I don’t want to see you de-” he tried again.

“Lies”

“Come on Sarah, work with me here! And you, get away from my wife.” Niall stepped away,  not even asking a single question.

I took a deep breath and pulled a gun out of my dress. Zayn looked terrified. So did everyone one else. “Sarah put that down.” He tried to command, but his voice was shaking.

“I’m going to die before I turn 18...” I began. I put the gun up to my head and got it ready. “So I might as well go out with a bang.” I pulled the trigger.

And then lights out. Forever.

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That's the end!!! How did you like it? Stay tuned for the epiloge, it will be up soon!

Lizzi

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