Through The Dark

I breathed in the smell of mint and cologne. I was also trapped in a circle of leather. Zayn and his stupid leather jackets. I didn't realize I was crying until I hiccuped. He pulled away and look me straight in the eyes.
"How are you feeling? I'm not going to ask you if you are ok, because I know you're not." He stated.
I sniffled, then shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I feel numb. Like I-" I couldn't finish my sentence.

I slowly sank to the ground, pulling my best friend down with me.
We laid on the cool wood floor of my loft.
After I wept, he brushed my tears away.
"How is he.. Doing?" I whispered.
Zayn covered his face with his hands, as if he wanted to wipe away the thoughts that haunted his mind.
" He's.. Broken. He tried drinking, but it made him worse. And then the American whore Kylie suddenly seems to be sown onto his hips." He spat.
"Zayn, it's Kendall." I laughed. He shrugged.
But I kept laughing.
That laugh where you think, my life really sucks at the moment. I sounded like a mad person. Then I began to cry. Zayn rocked me in his arms (a.n.: not that type of rock. Like rocking a baby to sleep rock.) like he used to when I had those nightmares. Zayn and I were close as children, but he moved to Bradford.
I must have fainted because that bone-chilling darkness was creeping close. I was beginning to have a nightmare.

I was sitting in the dark and cold basement.

The door creaked open, letting the yellow light splash the basement. A silhouette of a man and a limp one.

I was weak and tired. The man was thrown next to me.
The door slammed back into the frame.

I was stuck in the room for three days, accompanied by the rotting smell of death and decay. I held my father's dead had the whole time until they found me.

Notes

Happy Valentines Day everyJuan! I love you all!

btw, Niall's point of view tomorrow! :)

xx meeeeee