Lost In His Arms-(A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

“Here is your room Kayla.” I stumbled blindly into a room with my arms outstretched. A young woman had placed her hands over my eyes so I could not make out where I was. Removing her hands I looked around the room. It was small, cramped and messy. Posters were hung everywhere and my bed sat in the corner unmade. A knot formed in my stomach and tears began to form in my eyes, but I smiled bravely and held them back. Turning to face the young woman I gave a brief nod before replying, “Uh thanks………mum.” Smiling she embraced me in a hug which made me feel slightly uncomfortable and I wriggled from her grasp. Her eyes softened as she too held back her own tears and agony “Don’t worry Kayla,” she muttered softly “If there is anything you need…..” Turning away from her I wrapped my arms around my stomach and mumbled, “Uh yeah, could I be alone for a while…….please?”  I swallowed all the hurt I felt and squeezed myself tighter, I had nothing left to hold on to. Tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear she placed her hand on my chin and turned to face me. Her green eyes were filled with sadness as she shed one tear. Kissing my forehead she let herself out carefully shutting the door behind her.

Once I knew she was out of ear-shot I flung myself on my bed and allowed myself to silently cry into the pillow. This room wasn’t mine, it belonged to a strange girl from my past, and they weren’t my family for where was the love that this ghost girl must’ve felt from them? I was a pity case, a shell of my former self. I could not bear what I had become; everywhere I looked people looked at me sadly as though I was some lost little girl. I didn’t need their sympathy, I needed answers. A sharp object dug into my skin through the blankets, my tears subsided and I searched through the folds of the blanket. A craft knife lay there, embed into the mattress. It glinted in the sunlight, and I could faintly make out a small inscription. Holding it up to the window, I could make out the message, ‘The truth hurts.’ Brushing my fingertips over my wrist, I pulled up my sleeve. Several cuts decorated my wrist, making my skin look red and ugly. My wrist throbbed in agony under my touch and I winced as I pulled down my sleeve. ‘What happened?’ I thought to myself as I looked off into the distance lost in my own thoughts.

“Why don’t you just kill yourself Kayla?” Tears streamed down my face as I fell to the floor. “I-I-I’m sorry Zayn please!” He looked at me once more before raising his hand and slapping me across the cheek. My cheek throbbed in pain as I fell back and hissed in agony. Roughly he pulled me to my feet and slammed me against the wall. Leaning in closer he whispered, “You had your chance.” Kissing me softly he pulled away, and walked down the hall not once looking back “ZAYN!!!!”  

Tightening my grip on the knife I trembled in anger and muttered, “So that is his name, Zayn…..” “Kayla are you ok?” Sighing I slipped the knife into my pocket and looked up to see that my mum stood in the doorway. “Yeah. Uh what’s up?” Shuffling her feet uncomfortably she whispered, “There’s someone here to see you.” Biting her lip anxiously she stepped into my room allowing the dark figure entrance. The boy, Zayn stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised as he caught sight of me. The knot in my stomach tightened and pure rage filled my heart. Looking down at the ground she allowed her hair to fall over her face and mumbled awkwardly, “Um, I’ll leave you two alone.” Silence followed and the tension that I felt was unbearable. “What do you want?” I spat my voice barely above a whisper. Smugly he smiled before walking towards me his arms outstretched, “You know what I want.” I brushed the blade with my fingertips for reassurance. “Kayla….” Pulling the knife from my pocket I pointed it towards him and angrily hissed, “I will not hesitate……Zayn.” Smirking he pulled me closer and wrestled the knife from my grip. It clattered to the floor and he grabbed my wrist to restrain me. “You always had a temper Kayla…” he whispered. Spitting in his face I laughed and replied, “I’m not that girl you remember.” Smirking he threw me onto the floor and muttered, “I guess not.” Without another word he left the room and left me lying on the floor.

 OMG! I finally updated...o.o IT'S A MIRACLE! Well i'm sorry it took so long...but here is chapter 6. Enjoy! ^^