3:07 a.m ☠ malik

02

Distorted

(( Zayn's Perspective ))

"He scored a touchdown! That's what I'm fucking talking about!" Luke hooted as the football player in fact scored his third touchdown in a row.

"Whatever," Silvanna rolled her eyes, she obviously rooting for the opposing and now losing team. She wasn't kidding when she said the rest of us would be here - we were all watching the football game, at least partially, except for Luke. I chuckled, then glanced over at Fawn, who appeared as if she was lost in her own thoughts. She was staring out the rain that was sliding down the glass window. When Ginger purposely nudged her, she didn't even budge.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't in front of everyone else. She hated to bring attention to herself. She once even stated that seeking for attention was only reserved for annoying, little rascals. Ginger, Silvanna, and Luke thought it'd be a great idea to hang out altogether, for they wanted Fawn to chill out and forget for a bit, but it was not working. I don't blame her.

"I'll be back guys," Fawn monotonously mumbled, the others quite not listening as they cheered in front of the television.

I intently watched her as she stalked away into my room and closed the door. On cue, I stood up and followed.

I slowly reached for the doorknob and lightly opened the door. As I entered, she sat on the bed and covered her face with her hands. If she's going to cry, I'm going to prevent it from happening.

"Fawn," I uttered. She turned her head over at me, startled at my presence. I approached her shaking body and sat down with her, bringing her close to me.

"I have never felt so empty, and so deserted, and so angry," she choked. I sighed and closed my eyes. "He was all that I had besides you."

"Shhh," I rubbed her back effortlessly as she willingly embraced my touch and sobbed into my chest. "You need to relax, baby, that's all," I tried my best to soothe her.

"I can't, it was Brian for fucking sake!" she raised her voice.

"I know, I know," I continued rubbing her back. "Listen to me, Fawn. I want you to calm down, even if it seems like you can't. I want you to know that I will always be there for you, okay? I love you. I love you so much," I whispered softly into her ear. She nodded and sniffled, her eyes closing.

"I love you too, Zayn," she replied much more calmly. I smiled, then tilted her face so that it could be parallel to mine. Caressing her cheeks, I brushed my lips against hers and let her kiss me.

Her hands coiled around my neck as I lifted her body and laid her down on the bed. I hovered above her, my arms holding me up. She tugged me down as I made a perfect, imaginary trail of kisses to linger down her warm neck. 

"Where's Zayn and Fawn?" I heard a faint voice call from the living room. Fawn froze, along with me, and we scrambled out of the bed, disappointment etched onto her features.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, hoping they'd hear me so none of them would discover us here. When I turned to Fawn, she was already walking past me. "I'm sorry," I muttered to her, knowing that the intervention had upsetted her. "Another time?"

"Whatever," she sat on her desk chair. "Why did Silvanna have to invite them anyway? It's not going to make me feel better. I feel worse every passing second."

I sighed, then walked over to her and squeezed her shoulders. "Like I said, you have me, Fawn. I know it's hard to lose a sibling, but at least make an attempt to be open-minded. They care about you, baby. I care about you, Fawn," I whispered. She emitted a long, deep audible breath and turned on the computer. She's disregarding what I'm saying, I know she is. Maybe I should just let her express the way she feels, alone. I mean, I can't suppress her from doing that. "Fawn, are you coming back out?" I asked her, already anticipating the dreadful answer.

"No... tell them I'm sleeping," she had replied in a murmur. 

(( Fawn's Perspective ))

I heard his footsteps inch near the door, ready for exit, and the door slammed shut. I sighed once again, closing my eyes in aggravation. He was right - they're just trying to be good mates, but if you thought about it, their purpose for hosting this little gathering revolves around Brian's death, making thought of it almost inevitable. 

I clicked the little search engine icon for Google and began to type the question that had been loitering inside of my brain since the passing of my little brother - is there a way to communicate with the dead?

I pressed enter, not hoping for the best, and clicked the first website that appeared. I read through the entire article, not coping with anything that it was stating. Why am I doing this anyway? I knew that there was no way of existence after death. I shut the computer down and put my head down, switching off the lamp meanwhile. 

"Evette?" I heard a faint, distorted voice call from behind me. My eyes shot open and I turned around, not able to see much of the dark room. 

"Who's that?" I squinted, my eyes scanning the room in the most efficent way possible. No response. I switched the lamp back on, then turned around once again. There was nothing there, or better off said, there was no one.