Angel & Devil [Harry Styles Vampire/Romance] - SLOW UPDATES

№ 18 • 15 days •

*previously on chapter 17*

 "BANG" A gun was heard.

"BANG" And another one.

I stood up and looked around.

At the doors I saw Deyanira with stake in her stomach holding a gun. Annabelle soon fell on her knees. Perrie backed away and gasped before kneeling next to her.

...

"Bye." Annabelle whispered before closing her eyes.

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*Perrie's P.O.V.*

Things will never be the same.

Will I ever feel okay again?

 I cried hysterically, and then I went numb-kind of like I was watching myself from the outside

I can't feel anything. It doesn't feel real.

I went towards the deck and grabbed my notebook and pen. Then I started writing.

(this isn't my poem)

I sit around and wonder,
and watch the days go by.
I look at all the pictures,
and ask, why did you have to die?

You've always been there for me,
because you were my best friend,
and I was always there for you
until the very end.

But now it's time to let you go,
your spirit now is free.
Even though you won't really be gone,
because you'll live inside of me.

So when we have to leave you
at your resting place,
I will always remember
your smiling, beautiful face.

This is hardly a goodbye,
so I won't weep anymore,
because now you're in better place
then you ever were before.

Even though that I will miss you,
and I'll think about you everyday
you'll always be my best friend,
and that's all I have to say.

I closed the notebook and put the pen down.

15 days.

15 days passed since Annabelle passed away.

Heck, I am not sure if she is dead.

Liam said that she isn't dead and she isn't alive.

Since that day I have locked myself in room they gave me.

All I ate was some sandwich and a cup of tea.

I am not hungry.

I don't have energy for anything.

I have lost some weight too. I stood up and went towards the mirror. I lifted up my sweatshirt and gasped. My ribs were practically sticking out. I looked up and saw how pale my face was. I had smudged mascara and eyeliner. I look like a mess. But I don't care.

My 'attacks' are back. I haven't had them since I was little. Annabelle had them too but when we started hanging out together we didn't have them.

I punched the mirror with my right fist and screamed.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I grabbed my hair and screamed harder.

"WHY?!" I screamed.

I grabbed the vase and threw it in the wall. Soon I started throwing everything, chairs, vases, tables... 

Pills.