❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

A series of voicemails from Kellin to Vic.

The wind is something that has always fascinated Zayn Malik. No one knows why he's always outside, smiling when the wind caresses his skin and hair. Never has he said a word. People think he's mute, but he just doesn't want to speak. He keeps his thoughts to himself and the guys in his school don't appreciate that. They think it's funny to bully him. His parents start to become worried about their son. Why won't he talk? Why is he so obsessed with the wind? Does he see something they don't? And maybe that's exactly the reason why...

*COMPLETED* "Ever since their last interview in Manhattan, New York-" "There is still no sign of the young pop sensation-" "New York has been under lock down since the disappearance of the young lad from One Direction on August 23, 2012. Millions of people across the globe are still looking for the young-" "If you see, hear, or read, any kind of sign that could lead to the finding of-" ________________________________________ Sitting in the dark basement, the young lad was curled up against the wall. Chains cuffed to his hands and feet, a chain also wrapped around his neck. As he looked up at the broken glass of the barred up window he would sadly sing. Only some words were audible from his dry mouth. "-Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" Every so often his voice would crack as he cried. The tears passed through his swollen up eyes, as they stung the cuts made all over his face. "No one will be looking for the fag from One Direction. They'll all be happy I'm gone..." More tears would fall from his eyes as the basement door opened up. He knew that his suffering was rather going to continue, or it was going to end now. With his life...