"Anxiety isn't that bad." "You really think that?" He let's out a cold laugh, raising his head up so his green eyes were met with mine. I slowly nodded my head, taking a step back not realizing how close we were. He took a few steps forward getting us closer than we were before. "I can't live my life. It's like being in a cage that's unlocked. I can get out but I've trapped myself." He looks down at his feet breaking our eye contact. "It's like suffocating but you're still breathing..it's not a way to live it's a way to die. So stop trying to be my friend because I'm not worth it, you're wasting your time." He states looking back up at me with a blank expression but his eyes were filled with hurt.

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart