insane | zayn malik

Insane 2 | Down

Insane 2 | Down

2 months later , mori's pov .

Seems like I was numb to all the pain. Like nothing even phased me anymore. I had lost everything I once loved in the past few years of my life. Sometimes I wondered why in the hell was I still on this earth? I had no purpose of being here. Maybe if I just end it all then I wouldn't have a problem..yet I couldn't see myself doing such a thing just to end my life. But there were times where I felt like I was just a waste of space.

I found clubs as an outlet to escape from reality, and sometimes I even used men to fill empty voids in my heart. Unfortunately, when that was all over I was just a broken little girl all over again. No was here to save me or pull me away from this dark hole I was in. Honestly, I don't think no one can liberate me now. I'm just in too deep. There's no point of me getting extricated by a hero. Not even god himself can fucking help me out. From the position I'm in, I have totally fell apart.

Now I live by myself in my dark apartment that is in the middle of the city. I try my best to stay far away from where I used to roam around freely. Like if Harry and one of his members see me on their side of the city then god knows what could happen. I just want to try to avoid them as much as possible. Since I'm on my own I don't want any trouble. And from all the things I have done in the past I know I have to watch my back because I'm a target.

Shots after shots, I honestly wanted to drink my life away. As much as things are looking bad for me I know that I have no future. Things were different when I was in the gang. I had people who actually cared about me and loved me. Now I don't have anyone who can give me that feeling anymore. There is no use of trying to hope that someone will come back because they won't. I had caused so much trouble and killed two of my good friends. And I believe that I'm better off living on my own everyday.

"Two shot glasses of Ciroc for the lady and I," spoke a demanding, yet familiar accent that caught my attention. Turning my head I was greeted by a person that I thought I would never see again.

"Zayn..what are you doing?" I ask with wide eyes, confused on why he was even around.

"I came here to talk to you," he told me simply.

"There's nothing to talk about," I muttered rolling my eyes, really wanting him to just walk out of my screwed up life and let me be.

"But there is," Zayn spoke, saying thank you to the bartender and handing my glass. "It's been what? Two months since everything went down?"

I nodded, chugging down my drink with ease, "Seems like it's been years."

He sighed deeply, running his fingers through his black luscious hair, "I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened Mori. What Lonzo did wasn't your fault."

I scoffed, this man was unbelievable, "I do blame myself because it was my fault."

"But it isn't," Zayn stated, looking at me with a certain emotion in his eyes, and I just couldn't describe what he was feeling.

"It is," I shoot back at him. "I should have never went with you to that museum."

He was taken back by my statement, "You think things would still be the same of you didn't?"

"Fuck yeah it would," I snort.

"M'sorry," Zayn apologized softly.

But I didn't need his pity, I didn't need none of it, "It's too late to fucking apologize. Everything that I once loved is gone Zayn. So don't come around me with this 'I'm sorry' bullshit, okay?"

"Mori wait," Zayn interjected trying to pull me back by my arm.

I pushed his hand away, pointing at him, "Just leave me alone and stay away from me."

He didn't say anything afterwards. I adjusted myself calmly, noticing that people were staring at us. And that's when I quickly left the club and Zayn.

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