what happens? // one direction

Chapter Twenty Five.

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*Kristel's POV*

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I slowly aroused, an annoying beeping sound filling my ear. I opened my eyes to see myself in a hospital room, once again, but this one hopefully a real one. There was an IV in my arm as expected, my cuts stitched and my bruises covered in bandages. A doctor came in, along with two policemen, probably wanting to talk to me about the kidnapping.

A small sigh escaped my lips as they made their way over to me, the doctor greeting me with a small smile. "Kristel, the police would like to talk to you about the kidnapping," he said kindly, referring to the two muscular policemen that stood next to him.

"Okay," I breathed, readjusting myself in the uncomfortable hospital bed.

"I'm sheriff Jones. This is my partner, deputy Olsen. Would you mind if we asked you a few questions?" the taller one spoke sternly. He seemed to be in his forties, a sheriff badge on his jacket.

"Go ahead. Can I ask something though?" I asked.

"Sure," the shorter one replied.

"Is Zayn okay? And who else made it out alive?" I asked curiously, biting on my lower lip nervously.

"Is Zayn the boy with black hair?" Sheriff Jones asked.

"Yes, sir. He's also my boyfriend," I answered, nodding my head. "Please tell me he's okay."

"He is alive and well. We actually just got done asking him questions. You should be able to see him after we're done here," he answered, taking a seat in one of the chairs that sat next to my bed. Deputy Olsen did the same.

I let out a sigh of relief, a pair of weights being lifted off of my shoulders. Zayn was okay. The one I loved was okay. But what about the others? Who else made it out?

"Thankyou, sheriff. Do..do you know who else made it out?"

"Uh a blonde boy, a girl with really curly brown hair,..and then you two. That's it. The rest of you were murdered during the time you were kidnapped. I'm sorry."

Water filled in my eyes, the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. Only four of us had made it out alive. That means that Carina, Samantha, Louis, Liam, Harry, Spencer, and Eleanor died. Seven of my best friends were gone.

"It's okay..," I sniffled, forcing the tears back. "They're in a better place now."

"Yes, they are. So, we have a few questions for you..."

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"Thank you for your time, Kristel," sheriff Jones said, as he stood up from the chair and began leaving the room.

"You welcome, sheriff. Oh, and..did you find our kidnapper and bring him in and the lady that was helping him?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "When we arrived, the place was only filled with the dead bodies and you other four. The man and woman are still out there, but we've got a ton of us out there searching for them. Don't worry, we won't stop until we find them."

"Okay, I hope they get caught.." I said quietly, mental images of the two popping up in my mind, sending chills down my spine. "Can I go see Zayn now?"

He nodded. "Yes, yes you can. You'll have to get wheeled there by one of our nurses though, since you aren't well enough to walk just yet. The other three are in the same condition as you, except for the blonde. He's pretty badly hurt, but he's stable."