Prologue.
I DO NOT OWN ANYONE IN THIS STORY, KNOW ANY MEMBERS OF ONE DIRECTION OR ANYONE INVOLVED WITH THEM, MAKE MONEY FROM THIS STORY, OR BELIEVE ANYTHING I WRITE IS TRUE.
A/N: This story came to me from a dream I had a few days ago. This is just the prologue, and you learn about Zayn, only because it’s going to take a bit to get to Zayn, so I figured I would introduce him though the prologue. It’s only 195 words, but it is just the prologue, and the first chapter should be well over 1,500 words!
Sitting under a tree in the cool air is a nice way to spend some days, but for Zayn it’s a completely different story. Sitting under a tree is what Zayn does everyday. It’s all he can do. He has no home, he has no friends, and he has no family. But he didn’t choose it to be like this, nor does he know how or why it’s like this. He lives in a place he likes to call The Overthere, only because he has no clue what to call it. There’s no way out of it either. All it is, is just ongoing grass, flowers, and clouds, one big tree, and a giant clock with a countdown of 90 day’s left. He’s been here for a few months, and for some reason his body has aloud him not to get hungry, but he’s not starving, he feels perfectly normal, and still weighs the same. But there is one thing wrong with him; he’s going to die soon. That’s what that clock was telling him, how much he had until he dies. He just doesn’t understand any of it, and is quite sick of it.
