The Moon {Zayn Malik AU}

Proluge

•A year ago•

Everybody has told me many times.
Live life as it is and enjoy every moment of it.
But I never listened them. They were right to tell me but I thought other wise. I was such a fool. I always ignored them. I shouldn't have.
I always thought that I would live longer than the life expectancy. I dreamed of doing all of the things I loved before I faded of the Earth's surface. I dreamed of becoming an artist with my own gallery and expensive paintings and drawings. I dreamed of meeting the one I love and getting married and growing old. I dreamed of having kids that I have already picked out names for.
I dreamed of living a long life.
When I heard any thing along the lines of "living life to the fullest," I always thought of those dumb 'just girly things' banners. I have never and will never live by those. But this one... just this one especially, I should've listened to.
There are times when time can go by quickly and there are other times when time goes by slowly.
This time, time went by quickly.
And no, it wasn't because I was having fun. It was because I wasn't having fun.
I blame myself for this. If I only payed attention to the moments other than the ones that lead to my nonexistence, then I would probably be alive. I would still be with my family and friends and worry about other things... like death.
I blame myself because I could enjoy life after I understood it and before it ended.
I always blamed myself for everything.
I can remember little things in the past being unfair and blaming myself for them happening.
But this time, I should blame myself for something worse. Something I cannot reverse.
My death.
Flashback
"Lizzie, can you hold my hand?" That too adorable smile of my sister Deliah was impossible to refuse. Her teeth shown out of her pink lips and her wide payne grey eyes were too delicate to call hideous. Delilah was much of a younger version of me. Sweet skin and adorable features that would soon mature and make her look like a woman. Her short hair was tucked under a grey wool cap and the ends draped away past her ears when she looked up at me. I appreciated those little details about her.
Her smile soon turned into a pout as I purposely took longer to accept her offer. I looked up from our position in line and saw that we were closer to the front. Earlier there were at least tens of people crowding the line just to go on the wheel. We have been standing here for almost two hours but we eventually got a sigh of relief when we got closer to the front of the line. Looking back down at my little sister she was still holding the same facial expression but I could tell she was growing impatient. "Oh all right." I finally agreed. She took her hand out of her left coat pocket and interlocked it with hers.
"Hi may I have your tickets please?" The fair worker smiled at us. It took me a moment to realize that we were already at the front of the line moments away from the Ferris Wheel. I reached into my jacket pocket and grabbed enough red tickets for me and Delilah. I was about to hand them to the fair worker but she stopped me.
"She can't go on the Ferris Wheel." She gestured towards my sister bluntly. That was a major contrast to the attitude she gave me before. "I'm sorry hun, but your not tall enough. Look." She gestured towards a measuring scale that obviously showed that Delilah was too short. I looked at her and her smile immediately dropped into a frown.
Bending down to her height, I looked into her eyes, which were turning glossy. "I'm sorry Del, you can't go on the ride." "Why not?" She protested with her voice cracking clearly about to cry. " You're just not tall enough. We can go on the next ride.
After that she didn't complain. The fair worker opened the bar stands that separated the line from the rest of the fair.
Before she want back to mum who was too busy figuring out how to work the camera, she looked at me and gave me a faint smile. I gave one back too.
I stepped into one of the booths and fastened my belt as one of the ride operators closed and locked the gate forcefully to my booth.
Delilah waved at me goodby before the ride started to function.
The Ferris Wheel slowly turned backwards as I was being lifted into the air away from the ground. People got smaller and smaller and smaller until I could barely see Delilah and Mum's figures. It felt kind of lonely to be in a booth alone. I got bored and just rested my elbow on the make-shift window that was really just a piece of scratched up plastic.
For five minutes I circled around the wheel about three times. The ride eventually stopped and it being natural I chilled out for a second.
I looked out of the "window" and tried to look for Delilah and mum. My eyes scanned over the large crowd of spectators around the wheel. Delilah looked like she was too endured with the many flavors of ice cream at a near by stand and mum looked like she just wanted to pay up and come back and watch me at the wheel.
The thought of being above the ground is both heart stopping and breath taking. The rush of adrenaline that goes through me when I think about falling from a great height is so unpleasing and satisfying. It amazes me how there are so many things in that I have to hold on to at the moment and once it's gone I have to let go. This was one of those moments. I shocked my self thinking about it because I rarely do.
The sun was setting and which gave part of the sky he most beautiful hot pink shade of the year. The other part of the sky was already in its dark prime with illuminating stars contrasting from the navy sea of space. The clouds magically separated the dark sky and the sunset sky which I applaud them for doingIt was absolutely gorgeous.

Tink. Tink. Tink.
The constant sound of what sounded like metal coming in contact with another metal could be heard. Different measures of gasps were filling the air as they came from the crowd below.
Tink. Tink. Tink.
I looked out the window to see what could have been gong on. Every thing looked fine to me unti I found what people were gasping at.
The white rusty metal that was supporting my booth was slightly out of its proper position.

Tink. Tink. Tink.Tink. Tink. Tink.
More and more rivets (which I now realized what the metal sound was) were piping out of place loosening my booth from the steel structure.
IThe metal started bending more and more downward to the heavy weight of the booth.I suppose my extra weight wasn't helping either.
My booth repeatedly leant slightly forward and backwards.
I didn't know what to do.
I tried my best to balance the cart and look out the window. It seems as if I was no more that twelve yards above the ground. that sounds helpful, but It's really not. Being that high from the ground only made more terrified.
'Was I going to die?' I thought to myself. What a horrible time to think about that.
My heavy breathing started to cloud up the booth which felt as if it was getting smaller. My used up breaths were suffocating me making me dizzier than I already was before.
My booth was leaning more forward than backward and I really thought that this was it.
'Don't panic Liz, You'll be safe.'
My thoughts were clouding me too much to even realize that what was gasps before were now screams. Not the screams that people have when they watch a horror movie but a scream that there gonna die.
"LIZZIE!!" I heard some one shouted.
"LIZZIE!!" Some one shouted again.
It only took me a minute to realize that, that someone's voice was a woman's voice.
Mum.
"MOOOM!!" I screamed as loud as I could for the first time in this situation. Tears started immediately and rapidly pouring down my face and clouding my sight as I kept on screaming for her. Sobs were leaving me. Screams and screams from me were bouncing off of the booth walls and hurting my ears.
Police sirens and lights were taking over the glare of the fair rides.
My booth was nearly about to fall onto the ground killing me.
"HEELP!" I screamed again hoping I could be louder.
It soon became too late.
The cart reached it's breaking point and fell out of the steels embrace.If you have ever been in a car crash, then those words could exactly describe my death right now. Gruesome, Heart-shattering and life stopping.
They say before you die everything goes in slow-motion. Those five seconds that it took me to die some times felt like five years. And then other times it actually did feel like five seconds.
The cart crushes onto the ground only leaving scarce space for my slim body pressed up against the grind but steppe rated by a cart wall. A raging pain was echoing in my arm but I was too focused on if I was dead or not.
Before I actually closed my eyes and started living me afterlife there was one sad thing I heard but had to hear anyway:
"Lizzie..." were the last cries I heard from Delilah as my eyes flutters shut and I never opened then for the rest of the night.
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