Hello loves! This is a new Demon Zayn fanfiction that I'm working on, and I hope that you enjoy it! I probably won't be updating all that often, but I'll try not to neglect this if I get feedback. I hope you enjoy Xx. ~Michelle
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Prologue
My breath hitched in my throat for the millionth time in what felt like that minute, which dragged on and on and on. I tried to sob, but there wan't anything in my lungs to escape, so I just choked as an empty sound ripped through my chest. Tears blurred my vision, and the cold seeped into my clothes.
I realized that if I didn't start to try and breathe now, I wouldn't be able to in another few seconds. So I gasped in breaths, the water lifting my feet and body off of the ground in the small, clear box. I would have screamed, but I just couldn't, not anymore.
A million things started rushing through my mind; my family, unsolved problems, my future, how people would react to my death, what I would leave behind, my whole life and everything that I've ever done. And lastly, as the water rose up and over my head and I swallowed in my last breath, his face flickered in my mind, clear as day and dark as night.
I was swallowed up in a cold, empty abyss, my cheeks puffing out with saved air. It was hard to keep my eyes open under the water, and my heart began to palpitate with panic and fear. I pressed my hands to the glass, viewing the empty room around me.
A few bubbled began to slip out of my mouth, and I panicked even more, knowing that this was all coming to an end. I wouldn't be able to hold my breath much longer, and even if I got out, what would I do? They'd just hold me longer, beat me harder.
Still, I pounded my small fists into the pane of glass that made up a wall, my feet helping me tred water. My clothes started to lift upoff of my body, floating in the water. Black specks started to make their way into my vision, and I started to worry more. Different images from my lifetime flooded my mind, my memory taking over as I felt myself slipping from reality.
A silver amulet rose with the rest of my clothes. I looked at it for a split second, an empty, water-logged sob escaping my lungs as I remembered the day he gave it to me. I remembered all the days I spent with him.
His face was the last thing I saw.
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