The Chalkboard // z.m au

Epilogue

The corpse of the 17-year-old pacient Amelia Thermopolis Pond had been found in the attic of her old house in Memphis, Tennessee, the eleventh night of her disappearance from Delta, the psychiatric hospital.

Amelia Thermopolis Pond had been a pacient since October of the current year after the death of her mother Natalie Pond and had tried to run away before multiple times.

She’d been found in front of a chalkboard covered in scriptures and surrounded by letters to her dead mother. The scriptures in the chalkboard seemed as a conversation between her and a man named Zayn, probably invented by the pacient Amelia Therm...

Zayn Malik stopped reading the newspaper. “This crazy americans” he thought, with a strange feeling in the stomach. He threw the paper in the nearest bin in the street and continued walking to his house in London.

When he arrived, he went upstairs to his attic and smiled to the chalkboard in the corner. There, right in the middle of the board was a drawing of Amelia Thermopolis Pond, smiling brightly with a burning stare. “That was easy” he said to himself admiring the drawing. “She wasn’t supposed to die all alone, so i took her, i just didn’t want her to be alone.” He explained to the wall smiling wickedly and looked at the other chalkboards in the attic, full of drawings of lonely crazy girls.

“This is just the beginning…” he stared the blank new board where there were starting to appear doodlings and wrote the same words as before: Hello, I’m Zayn.

So... this is the end! Hope someone liked the story, i know it's kind of confusing.. :) 

I loved writing it! Right now i'm working in more ideas for stories. 

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