By the way, the guy that kidnapped Zayn is supposed to be extremely creepy.
Zayn's POV
"So, then what happened?" Harry asks me.
"He asked me more questions." I state simply.
"Like what?"
"If you would let me finish this part of the story you would know."
"Ok," he says, "Continue."
"What do you do for fun?"
"I like to draw." I tell him.
"Would you appreciate it if I were to get you some pencils an paper?"
I nod. Maybe I will be a little ore comfortable.
~~2 Years Later~~
I figured out that he was feeding me people and I refused to eat for a week. Then I gave into the hunger, I ate it. And then added another mark onto the wall.
He has been watching me draw. The more I draw, the ore paper and pencils he gives me.
I have drawn animals, places, people. All sorts of things.
I don't dare draw anyone I love, he might find them and hurt them.
I can hear the man walking into what I think is the living room. He turns on the television and I can hear the news reporter talking.
"Two years ago a little boy near the town of Bradford was kidnapped, investigators have given up the search. They presume him dead, and not to be found. The parents of little Zayn Malik have moved away, refusing to continue the search for their son." Then the televsion is turned off.
~~2 years after that~~
He let me out of the basement today. When I went upstairs, I was almost blinded by the thing called natural sunlight. I havent seen it in four years. Only artifitial light bulb light. When my eyes adjusted, he told me he had something to show me.
"Follow me." He demanded. He brought me to a door towards the end of the hallway. When he opened the door I saw what I imagine an art room would look like. A whole array paints, pencils, paper. Everything.
"You can use this twice a week. You are allowed to choose when, but other than that you will still sleep in the basement. Understood?"
"Yes," I nod, "Thank you."
"You can choose to use it now or later this week." I tell him that I will use it later. He takes me back into the basement.
Then I continue my normal sheduale to come back up twice a week.
After a month of using the art room he told me to draw a person.
"Who did you draw?" Harry asks.
"Well, to be honest, I was going to draw you but then I thought he would find you, so I just drew a girlier version of you." I explain.
I draw a face of a girl who has long curly brown hair and striking green eyes.
"What is her name? Is she a real person?"
"I didn't name her, and no she isn't real." I told him. I think if I told him this person was real he would find her and make me at them. I have eaten enoughh people.
