My Faults

Zayn's P.O.V.

As I headed back up the stairs, my heart rate fastened for a few seconds as I saw Valerie step out of Lou's room, her shoulders slumped. "Valerie?" I called out. No reply. I walked up to her and took her by the shoulders, craning my neck down to look at her face. Her expression blank, her face limp, her eyes never moved at all but kept staring straight ahead. She pushed out of my grip as it had loosened due to my surprise. I followed where she headed. Her room. As she entered the room, she walked straight to the window sill. Towards the doll. I frowned. Why is she going near that doll? Chrissy Doll, I think her name is. I watched Valerie pick Chrissy Doll up, a slight frown on her face.


Louis' P.O.V.

What's taking Zayn so long? My ears picked up Zayn's voice from outside the room. Why's he talking to himself for? I turned around to look at Valerie but she wasn't there. I stood up fast and exited my room just in time to see Valerie and Zayn head to her bedroom. I frowned but followed them quietly.


Zayn's P.O.V.

A hand laid on my shoulder and I yelled in alarm, making Valerie turn sharply towards me. I turned around to see Louis with a confused look. I said, "Lou, I don't know what's wrong with Valerie but she isn't replying to me. Look at her face.. it's so blank." Louis then moved towards Valerie as her feet took her towards the door. She didn't pause for Louis and headed back out the room. Louis then murmured, "She's sleep-walking." A sense of realisation struck me as we both followed Valerie. She walked back into Lou's room and sat down on the floor, her legs crossed. She seemed so innocent yet breakable. Just like a doll. I noticed her take out the brush in her hand into view. She stared at it for a moment, her face now starting to form an expression. Confusion. "Lou..." I trailed off then continued when he looked tore his gaze away from Valerie and onto me. "Chrissy Doll. She's saying something to Valerie in her sleep."

The silence was broken as she began to chant a song while she brushed Chrissy Doll's hair:

"Going about through my day,
There are no words to say,
Just how terrible I'm really feeling.
No way to see if I'm dreaming...."

We both sat down close to her, just in case she tried to do anything harmful. She dropped the brush in her lap, her shoulders still slumped over. Her fingers skirted around the doll's dress, finally pulling out what she wanted. A razor. I looked at Louis in alarm. As she pulled up her sleeves, I took the blade away quickly. Her face looked relieved but then she gripped Chrissy Doll tight. She shook violently like as though the doll was fighting her physically. She stood abruptly and moved towards the bed, hugging Chrissy Doll towards her chest, her eyes closing. I exhaled deeply, not realising I was holding my breath in.
Looks like I'm sleeping over. Louis can't handle her alone. "I'm staying for the night, Louis," I declared. Louis nodded then stood up. He shook his head then counted to ten. I had a feeling this was just a rough beginning of something new.
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Valerie's P.O.V.

"I'm exhausted, Chrissy... please let me be. I sang for you, I brushed your hair. Just please.. let me out of this. Why are you here? What made you target me of all people? "You're to be punished. I am your mistress. You are my slave. You listen to me and you do it well." I whimpered slightly as I held my wrists. The pain was excruciating. She had slashed her razor across my arms as I sang to her. The sick bastard. "I hear everything, Valerie. Now as for the reason why I'm here... you can ask your parents when you see them again. After all it is your fault that they're dead. You're a murderer just like me. Murderer. Murderer."

I sat up gasping for air, noticing my face was wet, I let go of the object in my hands. What was I holding anyway? I let go of the thought and checked my arms. They were perfectly fine. I noticed Louis and Zayn's gaze on me. I sucked in air sharply when my eyes set upon Chrissy Doll beside me. I pushed her out of bed and backed up against the pillows. "Louis... what's she doing here?!" My voice quavered as it rose. "They brought me here. It was their doing. Their treat." Chrissy Doll giggled as her face mutated into the sick old self she really was under the porcelain skin. She winked at me before going back to normal. Normal. What is normal. I shot Zayn a glare. "How could you?" I whispered hoarsely. He gave me a confused look. "Don't fall for his act, darling."

Louis replied, "Valerie. You were sleep-walking again. Trust me. Please, we didn't know what to do. We couldn't wake you up either. And you almost cut yourself." Zayn held up Chrissy Doll's razor. No one else knows about that razor. I flushed in embarrassment. Why am I trusting the crazy doll. No... I'm the crazy one here. I shook my head and apologised shakily, "I-I'm sorry.. Chrissy Doll made me think you put her there... she came here herself." Zayn sighed then stood up, leading me towards the computer. "Want to help us, research up on jerk-face?" I frowned slightly, not knowing what he was talking about. Louis cut in dryly, informing me, "Bald Top." I immediately felt shivers run down my spine, suddenly feeling dizzy as the whole floor shook beneath me. I clung onto Zayn's arm for support until the nausea passed. Zayn looked at me concerned and I had to shake my head to let him know I was fine. Fine? Nothing's fine. Ohhhhh my head..
Zayn then sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I protested, "Zayn, I can go get a chair! I'm too hea-"

"SHHHHHHH!" he shushed me. "Don't say that you're heavy otherwise I'll throw you in the air like old days." I immediately shut my mouth, glaring at Louis who was holding his laughter in. So weird how Zayn and Louis can make me feel better during all this mess. I sighed then made myself comfortable, shifting myself and leaning against Zayn's chest. Research. I felt my face burn as the blood rushed up to my cheeks in embarrassment. Am I seriously getting comfortable on Zayn? Oh geez.... I shook the thought out of my head and said in fake enthusiasm, "So Sherlock, Watson, let's get down to business."
Louis opened the minimized window, revealing many pictures of Max George. I looked down, feeling empty. "Louis, not the images.." Zayn warned. "Oops, shit, Jaffas, waffles, I'm sorry!" Louis exclaimed quickly. I let a laugh escape as he fumbled around with the mouse, changing to the articles window. "It's okay, Lou.." I said quietly. Zayn sighed then said to me, "Valerie, sometimes you can't hold all the weight by yourself. Thing's aren't always okay when you say it and you know that. You don't have to hide it from us. Let us help." He rested his chin upon my left shoulder and mumbled, "Let me help." I nodded lightly, tensing up a little when his light stubble came into contact with my exposed shoulder. I suddenly felt cold but Zayn's arms made their way around my waist, warming me instantly. I smiled then mumbled a thank you to him.
My tummy felt like it was the home to many butterflies, fluttering around. Love... I can't fall in love. I'll hurt him most.. I let out a silent sigh but a small smile remained on my face. But.. this feeling's new.. will I even find it again? "Murderer.." Chrissy Doll whispered. It'll be my fault if she hurts him... I made myself promise not to love Zayn. I was pretty sure Louis forgot about his winning bet. These days were no time for jokes.. no time for confessions... I'll be a murderer just like Chrissy Doll.. My chest caved in as I felt guilt wrap its fingers around my throat. I have too many faults.. I hear voices, I see things, I feel things, I cry too much, I rely on too many people, I killed Mum, I killed Dad.... "See what I mean? Your faults, Valerie. Remember that." My faults..

"Lovebirds," Louis interrupted, much to my dismay. "I've found some jackpot here." I covered my face with my hands half in embarrassment, half in misery. "What?" Zayn gritted out in anger. I looked up at the screen and skimmed through the minor topics of an old newspaper. My eyes caught onto the headline, Louis highlighted.

"Off the streets and into jail for life: MAX GEORGE"
My eyes widened as I gasped out loud. "But..." I trailed off. We all looked at each other, darkly. Robbie better be back by tomorrow. I got up off of Zayn and paced the room, nervously. I felt each of their gazes on me. The man who stole my innocence should be locked up... "Another one of your faults, sweetums."

It's always been this way I suppose... I was born for faults.. why?

Notes

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