Demons //h.s

Prologue

Hey guys x

So I'm starting up a Harry Styles fan fiction called 'Demons.' This book is being written by me - Zoe - but the ideas and thoughts for this are by myself and my best friend Maddy, which I will be giving credit to throughout the whole story x

Just a warning that this book will get gory and scary, hence the title. I'm not sure about anything R rated at the moment but it will most likely occur x

We hope you enjoy reading Demons and make sure to comment and vote ilys x

- Maddy and Zoe

NOT EDITED YET, SORRY IF THERE ANY MISTAKES

Prologue

"Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide." - Imagine Dragons, Demons.

Things have changed. Some people started to notice, while others ignored it completely, saying it's all in their heads. It could be in our heads, all of us being traumatised and told sick, wicked things could've driven us all insane to the point of believing it.

It started ages ago, long before I was born, long before everything on this planet went mad and deranged. I was told that we used to be happy - well happier than now - and nobody was afraid of going into their bedroom without being slaughtered. Some people back then knew it was coming, but our world back then didn't listen.

Mysterious deaths, more people missing, murder and hatred started to grow. Nobody could really explain it, saying that it was just natural and that it would eventually die out and everything would be back to normal. Instead the complete opposite happened.

More and more deaths, blood covered the hands of everybody. People after that started turning on each other, no matter who it was. Loved ones, relatives, complete strangers - nobody cared anymore. It was either you live or you die.

A lot of people had superstitions about certain things, it depended on what they saw or what people told them, but the rumours grew that whatever was doing the killing wasn't human. The somehow normal deaths turned into black eyes and deformed bodies, and now everybody was scared, everybody was afraid.

I was only 11 when I saw my mother get killed. That's when I found out for myself that whatever or whoever was doing the killing wasn't human, and was insane. I watched as it tore her apart limb by limb, I didn't dare to come out of hiding.

"Run! Scarlett run!"

I watched as this tall, black, inhumanly figure hung over my mother like a dark storm cloud, watched as she screamed and cried, and I was helpless. I couldn't do anything but watch and sob silently.

"I love you Scarlett, do not come out of hiding, no matter what happens! Stay out of sight and don't come out until I say! I love you so much my darling."

Her lifeless body was dragged from the room and it was gone, and I laid there sobbing with fear and loss.

Her blood still stains our carpet.

At that moment I thought I had lost everything. Everything I loved, everything I cared about. My Dad had left us when we were little, and I was left to care for my little sister on my own.

I had nothing. Nothing to protect us, nothing to keep us from being taken. And I was so scared every minute of everyday.

I was scared. I was afraid. I was terrified and lonely and I was nothing.

Until I met him.