I walked into Harry's room and saw the worst thing I could see. Niall with his face all into Emily, hands tangled I. Her fiery red hair, Emily into it even more, hands caressing his neck, but Niall no doubt enjoying it. A total, make out, more than the sweet kisses niall planted gentaly on my cheeks. I let a small noise escape my throat, the chirp of any positive feeling i had in my body, dying. Hearing this Niall looked at my, wide eyes and panicked. I didn't want to hear his voice say a word, so before it could I turned and ran. I ran straight out the front door and slammed it behind me hard as I could, catching all of London's attention. I just ran as fast as my feet hit the ground, taking me until I had no where to go,the apartment complex ended. My muscles ached, my head ached, worst of all my heart ached. I panicked and thought, rich neighborhood, pool. I needed to feel a pain more than what I felt now, mid winter in London + water= cold, pain. I just had to hop the fence and dive in. And i did, the water emerged before the cold, before that I took place I was already at the bottom of the twelve foot. I hit my head very hard when in got to the bottom, i felt water run over where my head was bleeding. It was freezing and caused my mind to slow as though it was a drug. I thought about what I saw, the only warmth was the tears escaping my eyes underwater. All of a sudden another splash, looking up I saw a circular life raft. They found me. I ignored to completely, I left my breath out, living wasn't and go of mine when my best friend, my BOYFRIEND, didn't care about me anymore. The bigger splash caught my attention, I was losing consciousness, exactly what I wanted to happen, the next and last thing I saw, I was pleased to see, and it wasn't Niall. It was Dutchez, seeing her, remembering I couldn't leave her gave me new, small but new, will to go on. I could tell I was fading, I felt the cold feeling numbing away, in fact all feelings were slipping. I could merely sense Dutch trying to drag my body out of the pool, but she couldn't. Instead the swam and jumped out, I very faintly heard muffled barking. Then not even seconds later, rattling and the largest splash I looked up and saw what very well could have been an angle. Warm eyes, brown, the same color as melted milk chocolate. Strong arms grabbed my and pulled towards light, I saw a pink, purple and orange twilight before I saw what I realized what was not an angle taking me to my death but Zayn, saving me from it. I didn't want to go back, didn't want to face Niall, "no" I managed to say weakly before committing to sobs. I snuggled into Zayns warm chest, tears warming my cold face. "Shhh it's ok" Zayns brotherly voice shivered. I started grating dizzy, then noticed I was bleeding heavily from where I hit my head. I drifted in and out of the real world, and was startled to hear the frantic sobbing of the person I wanted to hear least of all, Niall. "Let me have her" Niall gasped, I felt him try to take me from Zayn, but I refused and Zayn caught on then growled "No!" And walked away, "wha- what? Zayn let go of her!" He snapped back at Zayn. I just cried into Zayns chest and hugged his neck, he was almost like a solid platform, I landed on him when I was falling, or he caught me, Zayn WAS my big brother. I felt dizzy, I felt like a just went a double on those swings at amusement parks then had a shot of tequila, I must have blacked out because I woke up alone in my room, except for my saving grace, Dutchez.

Notes

Too Proud

Eyes lost
Mind blurred
Society unable to recognize what it does
"Honoring" they call it "awareness" they say, not me I call It "broadcasting" "publicity" I say
Three ran to remember, not to BE remembered
Joined for a similar cause, not to BE a cause
One man, three lives, a nation corrupt
Three a small number, you may say, six parents, countless relatives
Not a small number

Twenty six, going to school, to work, neither different, until one, two, three shots. Pure panic, fear confusion, pain
Lives cut too short with the simple twitch of a finger. Taking his own, smart but stupid, avoiding explanation like a coward.

This proud country, maybe too proud, too confident, not enough on guard.

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