Mind of a Girl Heart of a Killer

Chapter 8

Jane's POV

"What?!" I yelled. What I just heard Louis say made my heart ace. This couldn't be happening. Was my own brother dead? Was it my fault? Did he commit suicide. I grabbed my chest in pain. I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes tightly. My tears ran down my cheeks. I couldn't stop it. My own brother dead? Why him? Why couldn't I die instead?

"Nooo!" I screamed with my voice cracking. "You're lying!" I threw the covers off of me and got off the bed. I collapsed onto the floor right when my feet touched the ground. Louis rushed to my side trying to help me.

"Jane stop! Calm down!" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me so I would listen.

"Get off me! Don't touch me! Zayn! Zayyynnnn!!!! Wake up, PLEASE!" I screeched. I wouldn't stop screaming. It was my brother, of course I wouldn't stop. But why today. I screamed all day yesterday for Niall. Now, today, I scream Zayn's name.

"Calm down, Please!" Louis shoved my head into his chest hugging me tight. I cried into his chest. Every cry was louder than the next. My heart raced. It felt like it was about to come out of my chest and onto the floor. I rather die then see a love one die. I rather kill myself then see someone I love so much slip out of my hands without being able to help. Was this karma? Was this how Zayn felt when I took Perrie away? Was this the pain that aced through his heart while I felt nothing?

"Please... I'll take him to the hospital but please calm down." Louis said into my ear.

"Take me with you." I commanded. I whiped my tears away. My chest moved with the movement of my heartbeat which was rapidly.

"Fine. Just wait here." He agreed. He picked me up and placed me onto the wheelchair. He ran to the doorway of my room but stopped. "Fuck!" He yelled and punched the wall out of anger.

"What's wrong?" I sniffle.

"I don't have a god danm car."

"Call Niall or text him."

"His car was wrecked remember. "

"Call Harry."

"Where's your phone?" Louis asked. I rolled in my wheelchair to my little nightstand and disconnected my phone from the charger. I passed it to Louis and he quickly went into my contacts and called Harry.

"Harry we need your help. It's Zayn. Okay, come quick." Louis said into the phone. "He said he'll be here."

"Okay."

"Come here." He picked me up off my wheelchair and walked down the stairs. He set me on the couch and went back upstairs. When he came back down he was struggling holding Zayn. He placed Zayn's arm over his shoulder and grabbed his tourso. He placed him right next to me and went back upstairs.

"Oh my god..." I trembled. More tears started to pour from my eyes. I leaned into Zayn and cupped his face.

"Please.... please wake up." I hugged onto his motionless body. I places my head on his chest and began to cry. I heard something besides my crying that wouldn't stop. It was his heartbeat. He was alive. Zayn's alive!

"Zayn!" I yelled with a smile. Even if he was alive he still wasn't waking up. Louis came downstairs with the wheelchair.

"Baby, he's alive!" I tell Louis.

"I know. I felt he's heartbeat. But for some reason he won't wake up. "We heard a car pull up into the driveway and then a knock on the door. Louis opened the door to Harry. Harry rushed in and ran to Zayn.

"What's wrong with him?" He asked.

"He won't wake up." I wiped my tears away once again.

"We need to take him to the hospital." Louis added.