Zayn One Shot
I heard one more crash and I knew I had to leave. I had to get away from my fucked up family. I grabbed my journal that I wrote my deepest thoughts in and a pen and headed for the woods near my house.
As I ran away from my tiny, falling apart home I let the tears spill from my face. By the time I got to where I was headed my cheeks were soaked. I went and sat down underneath my favorite tree, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in the space between them.
"Are you okay?" I heard someone ask. I snapped my head up in surprise and fear. I took in the stranger's mysterious yet very attractive appearance. The man was about twenty years old. He was pretty tall and he had black hair. His arms were covered in tattoos.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"My name's Zayn. I came to these woods as an escape from my drunk father. Why are you here?"
"Pretty much the same reason as you. Dad came home drunk again, my sister brought her abusive boyfriend back after my mom told her to stay away from him. Everyone's arguing and smashing things. The usual," I replied.
Zayn sat down on the ground next to me and looked me in the eye.
"I understand what it's like and I'm here for you even though we just met. We should start meeting each other here more often," he suggested. I nodded, the thought of having someone who I could talk to and relate too sounded extremely appealing.
He suddenly grabbed my arm and shoved my sleeve up to reveal the cuts on my wrist, some nothing more than old scars and some fresh. Before I could stop him he pulled my damaged wrist up to his lips and gently kissed my cuts. I felt tears threatening to spill from my blue eyes. Everyone at school made fun of me and called me a "depressed freak" but I finally found someone who would accept me for who I am.
"Come with me, I have something to show you," Zayn said. "Oh, and I never caught your name."
"Alice," I replied. He smiled and told me that the name was pretty. I continued following him to whatever it was he wanted me to see.
After walking through the woods for about fifteen minutes I began to get tired of walking and my feet started to hurt.
"Are we almost there?" I asked. He didn't answer. I was starting to get a little worried. What if we got lost in the woods?
Suddenly the mysterious boy turned around with a smirk on his face. He put his lips on my ear and whispered something that scared the living shit out of me.
"I wanted to show you this big tree to your left. It's the last thing all my victims see before they die." With that nice thought he grabbed the back of my head and forcefully shoved it into the tree. Zayn had been correct; the tree was the last thing I saw before I died that day.
