Followed by death(One Direction Fan-Fiction Sequel)

Chapter V

Chapter Five

“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.”

- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore 

That night I lay with my head on one of my big pillows. My hair was in a messy ponytail. I fiddled with the black and white fringes.  The duvet was covering my entire body, stopping the coldness from hugging me. Something was whispering for me to keep my eyes open. I slipped my earplugs in and listened to some music on my iPhone on the Pandora app. I hummed toone of the songs until my mind took me to a creepy old house. 

I sat in the back seat of a pink volkswagen beetle. The lady in the front had dark hair and it was messy. She had been crying and had bruises all over her face and arms. She was driving recklessly and very fast. The lady's face was similar to the ghost woman, and some I've seen before. The little girl, in the seat beside me, looked like I saw her before. A car from behind smashed into us lightly, making us jerk forward. "He's here!" The little girl yelled. She hid her face in her hand's. "Lord please help us..." She whimpered.

"Marcie I told you not to believe in that Christ stuff! It isn't real! The bible is a bunch of-" She was cut off when the car from behind bumped us again. They screamed. I glanced at a sign that said, St. Cloud Foster Care.

"What's going on?!" I ask the girl. She didn't noticed me, "Who is that man!?" I needed to know. They acted like I didn't even exist. I was scared as well. I touched the girl's shoulder, but my hand went right through her.

The headlights were speeding towards us and before there was any time to react I felt the colassal impact. A blarring horn scream in my ear. I watched her body slam against the seatbelt and the shattering glass slice in the little girl's face and arms. A tree slammed into the driver's side. The little girl had her hands over her head, until the car stopped and smoke rose.

Her mum's face was on the wheel. She wasn't moving anymore. The little girl unbuckled her seatbelt. "Mum?" She shook her shoulder, her voice shaky, "Mum?" She shook her again. A man got out the othe rcar, at the top of the hill and came towards us, carrying something.

The little girl scooted over towards me. The man opened the door and threw her a blanket and a duffel bag filled with things. He reached for her, but she started to scream. He covered her mouth and kissed her forehead. ''Will I be warm?" She asked. He ignored her, entirely. As he left, she cried her eyes out, "She's not dead!!" She cried. The little girl tried to climb out of the window, but the child safety lock was on. She hit it and banged on it. The window muted the sound. "She can't be..." She curled in a ball under the thick blanket and began to sing a song, "Oh lord I want you to help me. Oh lord I want you to help me , Help me on my journey, help me on my way. Oh lord I want you to help me. While I'm waiting I want you to help me. While I'm waiting I want you to help me. Help me on my journey, help me on my way. Oh lord I want you to help me..."

I look out the window, the man got in the passenger seat. He wasn't alone. Was he her father?

[Zayn's Pov]

I turned the pillow over to the cold side and lied on my back. My hands were behind my head. The king comforter covered my waist and down, leaving my arms cold to face the cold. All day at rehearsals I couldn't help but look at Alyssa. She noticed me starring as she sang her part in One Thing. She kept singing but she had her grey, glassy eyes on me. Alyssa was like a sister to me, but I've only known her two years and I still have a feeling about her.

I glared over at the digital alarm clock. 10:45. Just when I was about to pull the cover over my entire body, my bedroom door cracked open. I watched closely as a brunette with caramel highlights stepped inside. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap shirt with a black and blue plaid pajama pants. She had nothing on her feet.