Lost

Chapter 1

Lacy's pov:

(2 years latter)

        I'm Lacy, I'm 20 now, my parents had kicked me out of the house, and I had promised an old friend I wouldn't let myself die, so everyday I sing outside on the streets and I collect the money in my hat, I gather enough for food, and a monthly phone bill, and since I don't sleep anyways I just wonder around London during the night, and I know what your thinking "That's dangerous" or "Something bad could happen to you", well the truth is I want something bad to happen to me, I want someone to kill me, so I can finally rest in peace, I have no reason to live anymore, I lost my reason to live 4 years ago...

Flashback 

 I stood there, terrified, would he really do this to me? Was he going to brake me like everyone else? I stressed staring inattentively at him, I felt the pressure that he was being put on him, I knew what was going to happen, but I wish it wouldn't.

        "I chose them," he pointed to my bullies, "Sorry nerd," Tears rushed to my eyes at the realization of what he had just said, he was leaving me, after 10 years he was leaving me... I felt myself become lost, as I started to drown in the insults they were starting to sputtering  out at me so effortlessly, so easily, did they not have empathy? The worst was watching as harry stood there staring at me, doing nothing to stop them, nothing to protect me, nothing to keep his promises.

        "I trusted you harry," I spat, "Your just like everyone else."

        And that's were I died, not physically, but mentally, slowly slipping away until I no longer could feel my emotions, no longer feel the pain, and no longer feel the need to smile, I was lost.

Flashback over

        I felt tears well in my eyes at the thought, the pain was all I ever felt now, The pain of the past, the pain that feels like someone ripping my heart out, but I have no power to stop, I continued to walk slowly my vision blurred by tears, and turned into an ally that I use as a shortcut to the park I like to walk around.

        I was suddenly pushed up against the wall, and I didn't even bother to struggle, The person holding me against the wall had his head buried in the crook of my neck, allowing me only to see his curly hair, I felt teeth graze the skin, and then suddenly bite down, I could feel the blood being drawn from me, but all I did was stand there letting him drink from me. I knew exactly what was happening to me, but I did nothing to stop it, I wanted to die.

        "Please, Just kill me," I whispered, but then he stopped, and pulled away from my neck, looking up at me for the first time, and I wish he haden't; because the person standing in front of me was none other then the devil himself... Harry Styles.