Ok, So in all honesty I fucked something up while devoloping the plot so I don't relly know what I am going to do. But I have an idea. If it turns out like shit I will delete it, but if it is good, I will keep it.
Most of this Chapter is going to be flashbacks.
Zayn's POV
When I wake up, I can hear Harry in the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" I ask, venturing into the kitchen.
"I am just cleaning up the mess I made.." He replies.
I nod my head and go sit down on the couch.
Harry comes in about five minutes later and saits next to me.
"What happened when we were little? You just disappeared one day." Harry wonders.
"I don't want to tell you."
"Please?" He begs.
"Fine, but I promise it isnt that pleasant." I inform him.
(Flashback is in itallics and present time is in normal font oh and I also noticed that he was kidnapped when he was 12 but I am changing it to 7 and Harry and Zayn will be the same age.)
Seven year old Zayn's POV (It might seem a little serious for a 7 year old but I haev to work with what I got)
"Mom!" I yell.
"What?"
"Can I go to the park?" I ask. I have been to the park all by myself so many times, that my mom doesn't mind if I go alone.
"Sure, be careful!" She says, and I get ready to leave.
When I get to the park I go sit in the grass next to big tree. I pull my notebook and pencil out of my bg and just draw whatever I want.
I hear something behind me, but I don't pay much attention to it. I just sit there in my own little bliss. Coloring away.
I hear that rustling again. I turn around and look, but I don't see anthing.
"It's probably just an animal." I think to myself.
Next thing I know, I am being grabbed from behind.
"MOM! HELP! MO-" My screams for help get muffled when the man puts his hand over my mouth. I start kicking and trying to get out of the man's tight grip.
He puts me in a car and tells me to be quiet or he would hurt me.
He drives for an hour or so and he brings me into this house in the middle of no where.
"Did he take you to this house?" Harry asks.
"No, I met Liam and Niall when I escaped and they helped me build this place. But anyway, let me continue the story."
He shoves me into the basement and tells me not to escape. He looks very intimidating, so I don't dare go against his words. When he comes back he hands me a bowl of this stuff. He blindfolded me and told me to eat it.
"What did you do?" Harry once again, interupts.
"What do you think I did? I ate it. Now seriously let me finish the story."
He forcefully fed me the stuff and it tasted horrible. Take the worst thing you have ever tasted and multiply it by the biggest number you can think of.
"Do you like it?" He asked me. I shake my head no.
"Well, that sucks. It s the only thing I am going to feed you. I will leave it here until you eat all of it. You will not have anything else."
I sat there starving for about three days, until I finally decided to get it over with and eat the fowl food. If it even was food.
After two days, I finally finish eating it. The man comes down later that day and hands me a sharp rock.
"Everytime you eat something like this you will put a tally mark on this wall, okay?"
I of couse agreed, who was I to tell him no.
So I put the mark on the wall.
"You will recieve another portion of this in two days." He says, walking back up the steps. I can hear alost everything down hear. It was only a one story house and the wallks were thin. I could hear when the man was cooking. I could hear when he turned the television on.
Although, the day after he left, I heard screaming.
"LET GO OF ME!" A famine voice yell out. I could hear her struggling.
"PLEASE! NO! DON'T KILL ME!!" I hear the screams stop and a gunshot.
DId he just kill her?
Why did he ill her?
What is he going to do with her?
What was the point of killing her?
I hear the man walk out of where he was and then into another room. I could hear this awful noise of a machine. I hear this noise for about two more hours and then I hear the basement door unlock.
"I brought your food early. It is fresh." He says evily.
Is he feeding me that girl?
"While you eat I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer them and you won't lie to me. I kno wmore about you than you think."
I nod my head. I start taking very small bites. So small you can barely taste what it is.
"What's your name?" He asks. I refuese to answer, and when he notices this he hits me really hard.
"I said answer me." He says in a dominant tone.
"Zayn," I say in a ver small voice.
"How old are you?"
"Seven," I reply so quietly, I doubt he even heard me.
"You will speak up when you talk to me." He demands. I nod my head.
"Do you like your food?"
"No."
"So that is what those tally marks in your one room are for." Harry says.
"Yeah, I'm not to proud of them."
