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Alone - Zayn Malik

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"We're...please tell me we're gonna be okay Yas. I need you."

His voice sounded strangled, like he had a lump in his throat as he moved closer towards me, tears in his eyes which he was so obviously holding back.

"I can't."

It was the only words I could get past my lips as I shook from head to toe, still struggling to process the words on the newspaper in front of me.

Murderer.

But he wouldn't.

He couldn't.

Was...was my boyfriend a murderer?

"Zayn, just...please, just go." It was barely above a whisper but he heard it.

It was as if the last little spark of hope, the last bit of life in his eyes died just like that, his face now cold and passive.

Stiffly, the beautiful bad boy that I had loved for so long, so much, walked out of the door and the tears streamed down my face.

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That was it.

I had no one, no where. I felt myself crumble under all the hard, angry eyes which followed me around the town centre.

No one, not even my girl...no not even Yasmin could stand me.

Me, possible of murdering my best friends mom? Not a chance in hell.

A murder had happened so they all assume it was down to the local bad boy to kill the kindest woman in the whole town, who would never hurt a soul.

My foster parents had said they would let me stay with them during my bail, then when we got back, they kicked me out. Literally.

With nowhere to go and no one to turn to, I felt myself pushed to the edge. I was a complete wreck, I felt like I wanted to throw up my insides, even though I hadn't eaten since two days ago.

Yasmin was my last hope. She wouldn't reject me. She'd believe in me. Oh how wrong I was.

I walked with no destination in particular and ended up in my favourite spot, a small bench hidden by hedges in the park.

Sitting down, with shaking hands I lit my cigarette and took a deep, long drag. Sighing I ran a hand through my hair and suddenly I couldn't control myself anymore.

It really hit me.

No one.

No one at all was here for me.

Out of billions and billions of people on this earth, I didn't have any of them to hold my back.

Alone. Totally and utterly alone.

A strangled sound came from deep inside me and I started shaking uncontrollably.

I couldn't even hold my fag properly and ended up stubbing it somehow.

And then the tears came.

Not just normal tears though, these were loud, racking sobs coming from somewhere dark inside of me.

My heart was in pain, as if it was being physically squeezed, so much so that I couldn't sit on the bench any longer.

Slowly, I tugged at my hair, the tears falling in full force down my cheeks, I slid to the ground, bringing my knees up and continuing to wail and sob.