|Beauty Behind the Madness Z.M.|

~the sharp knife of a short life~

when i first met him, i never knew how deeply he'd influence my life. he was my angel, or my demon-either my paradise or my warzone. he was my enemy, my ally. he was absolutely perfect in every way, yet he was horrible. he was a murderer. ruthless and inhuman. but he loved me and i never really was loved before or after him.

it has now been six months. i miss him like the moon misses the sun. how juliet missed her romeo and as deep as cleopatra's devotion to julius cesar. i miss him more than my parents. my family. because although they were my biological family, i found the real meaning of "home" in zayns arms.

"you killed him, didn't you?"

"what?"

"that boy...zayn! he was sixteen!"

"keep your voice down, nina! are you fucking retarded? you know who i am, you know how you afford all this luxurious crap. it's me. im not prince charming, i wish you'd realize that. i did it. i killed him- and id do it again if it means keeping you healthy and safe." he said, walking towards me-pushing me against the cold wall.

"you're hurting me." i whined, looking into his eyes. for the first time, I didn't recognize the person looking back at me. this person was maniacally sinister-a scar below his red eyes.

"i hadn't noticed, im sorry, diana."

"it's nina."

"not in arizona."