INSOMNIAC // H.S

Chapter 23

The night was cruel to me. The time I spent with Zayn splashed into my visions like splatters of paint creating a piece of dark art. I spent a couple hours tossing and turning, kicking my bed and throwing pillows across my room. 

I just sat on my bed huddled into the corner at 1AM in the morning feeling the deepest regret i've ever felt ever since my mom passed away. I was too lazy to wipe the make up of my face and instead hushed myself, letting those guilty tears drain out of my system. I picture Harry sound asleep in his own bed. 

Deciding that I couldn't spend the night bawling, I felt like doing myself a favour and researching. Creeping down stairs, I made a large cup of coffee and grabbed my block like laptop cooled to the temperature of my sub zero temperature room and sat myself on my bed once again with a hidden agenda not to be revealed to anyone but myself. 

Flipping open my laptop, the bright light shun into my eyes like an open gateway contrasting with the dark atmosphere I miserably shivered in. The sound of keys being tapped and letters appearing onto my screen went fast. 

I searched "17BLACK" and I saw a website with a brief description below on Google. Once I pressed it that infuriating feeling just slammed into my face. The website had a password on it and I was just too determined to find out what it was.

Attempting with over a hundred passwords and failing over and over and crashed my computer lid shut and put my head in my hands. But in a split second, there was a knock on the window and I saw written on my window out of the frost developing over the night in all caps. "STOP DIGGING OUR SOMEONE WILL GET HURT." 

My heart rate increased pounding against my chest and opened my drawer pulling out a kitchen knife. Lifting up the latch I took a look outside to find no one. No one at all. The street was silent with only drips of rain falling from the edge of the houses across the street.

It's Zayn, I know it's Zayn. It has to be. Or else one of his creep friends. I fell into a mess I shouldn't have fallen into. But the person who wrote the message is right. I fallen to deep and was ignorant enough to not notice that I kept digging into hole that only used to be a dent in the ground.

But it's too late to turn back. I need to finish this and Harry musn't know. I genuinely adore him and what I want is to know what he has put himself before I actually might. I guess fall in love with him.

I'd stop for the night but then I kept looking out the window, alert like a dog. I'm not safe but I want to get this over with.

Tick tock, the night went by and I stared at the clock and back at the window on repeat like a broken record. I'm scared. Someone is onto me and I can't sleep knowing there is someone watching me. It's not safe enough and if Harry can get into my room, God knows who else can. I stared at the clock and it was 4AM. My eyes began to form dark circles underneath and I tried every possible method to put yourself to sleep. Nothing worked for me.

I wanted Harry to be here. Have his big arms wrapped around my shoulders putting me to sleep like the first time. There was no way I could go through the night without sleeping for a second.

Again I crept down the stairs in my pyjamas and put on my jacket. This time I was going out. Taking the keys in my hands I slowly opened the door and walked down and across the street. 

I made it to the first street out of my neighbourhood to walk to the local pharmacy. The neon lights saying twenty four hours blinked into my eyes and I walked in. There was no one in the pharmacy except for me and the cashier. Of course there wouldn't be anyone at a pharmacy in the middle of the night. I went past the shelves of medicine and I needed something to help me sleep, if methods don't work, I guess medication must.