3:07 a.m ☠ malik

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Sick

"I feel horrible," I cloaked. I couldn't recall how I ended up sprawled across the bed. "So horrible."

My eyes finally opened to reveal a distressed Zayn sitting on the edge of the bed. He wasn't looking my way. He was hunched over, his elbows touching his thighs and his hands ruffled into his messy, black hair.

"Zayn, are you okay?" I asked. He seemed somewhat pissed off.

"Yeah, I'm fine," his head jerked the other way to look at me. I don't think he had recognized that I mumbled a few things. I sighed and pulled my body up, and when I did this, part of the blanket slid off of the bed and revealed a dark, purple bruise on my left thigh.

"What the hell?" I gasped, touching the bruise. It looked so swollen I was a bit scared to touch it. Zayn was now looking at me, my same expression on his face. "Z-Zayn. Did you like, kick me or something last night?"

"No, I didn't even sleep here last night," he gawked. What the fuck?

"Well, then how did the bruise get there? I didn't do anything to get a bruise there that big and swollen-looking. My God, it's huge," I whined. If Zayn didn't do this, then who did?

"Fawn," Zayn called for my attention. "What if someone came in here last night?"

"Well, who would hit me in the thigh this hard? Luke? Silvanna?"

"No, no, no. I meant that like, what if this is supernatural related?"

"You know what?" I said. "I have had enough of this supernatural bullshit crap. I'm al.ready petrified about all of the other occurrences, and now physical occurrences? What the hell, dude! I can't live like this. Why me?" I placed my head into the palms of my hands and cried. I felt his body scoot really close to me, and then his arms were wrapped around me. His arm rubbed the small of my back, an action he well knew was indeed going to calm me down. He began speaking when silence fell on my trembling lips.

"I know this isn't okay, so I won't go into shitty console mode with you, ever actually. Fawn, I am just as scared as you are. Whether or not we or maybe just one person did something to trigger all of this, just remember that I will be there for you. I will always be there for you, even at the hardest times. I have this sick feeling that this is just the beginning. But no matter what, I assure you that my love for you will endure everything. Just know that, baby."

He picked my head up and rubbed his thumbs over my tear stains. His eyes were a beautiful light chestnut brown, my most favorite feature of his. They gleamed into my hazel eyes and I swear that he had a hypnotizing effect on me. This is why I loved him. He's perfect in every way possible.

"I love you," we said at the same time and I couldn't help but laugh. His lips pressed against mine, sweet bolts of electricity flowing through me. The kiss surprisingly deepened as my hands travelled to his soft hair and his tongue glided over mine. All of a sudden, my teeth smacked down, hard, and he flinched in pain.

"What the hell, Fawn?" he brung a hand to his bleeding lip. I stared at him in horror.

"I-I didn't do that," I stuttered. "I-I'm sorry, please forgive me." He was quiet for a couple of seconds. What the hell is happening to me?

"Are you okay?" I asked with worry. "Let me see, please."

"I'm fine, don't worry," he reassured me. "You should go get breakfast." He stood up from the bed and left the room.

***

"A bruise?" Silvanna repeated. "Who the hell gave you a bruise?" The two girls examined my leg. It sure as hell looked painful, but it didn't hurt at all.

"It looks like a hand," Ginger commented. "Turn it this way."

"Do you guys think that, maybe a ghost or something demonic touched me?" I asked. They nodded.

"Definitely. No one would do this to you, Fawn. Whatever we're dealing with is our only blame for now."

"Is the bruise the only thing that's new?" Ginger questioned.

"I'm afraid not," I mumbled. "Zayn was kissing me and I bit his lip to the point where he started bleeding." Their faces filled with disgust. "I felt like I wasn't there for a minute. I felt like I lost conscience right when he kissed me."

"So he was basically kissing a demon?" Ginger asked. "That's it, we need to get you exercised or something. You know, by a priest."

"That's only for confirmed possessed individuals."

"You're obviously possessed! At least somewhat!" Ginger protested.

"This body is completely mine!" I screamed, anger boiling in my body. They flinched in fright. "You can't hurt me anymore, I'm gonna get you back!" My body went numb before I dropped to the floor.