My Faults

Valerie’s P.O.V.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a garden. I breathed in the air slowly. It smelt different to the city air. This was… pure. I sat up and looked down to see myself in a lace white dress which came down to my knees. I looked up at my surroundings. The land went on for miles and miles from every side and corner. Rows and rows of flowers filled the land, ranging in different hues of pinks; bright and pale in nature. The sky was not of a blue but an odd orange. Sunset orange. Yet the sun was high in the sky as it is at noon time. This was not physically possible. Where am I?

“Welcome Valerie,” a voice rang out. I slowly stood up, looking around in alarm. Although the alarm filled me, I wasn’t able to move or react in panic. Everything was so… peaceful. “Don’t you recognize me, puppet?” My face would not cringe nor smile. I was in control of a higher source. “Where have you taken me, Chrissy?” Her laugh ran fading into the valley before rising in volume before the ground shook violently. The thousands of rows of flowers crumpled, the earth splitting underneath my feet. I looked down, my legs split apart as each half of land moved away, making me vulnerable to fall deep within. My body was still in control of Chrissy. I could no longer run nor hide. I could smile or cry. Worst of all, I could not say goodbye.

Cold hands wrapped around my left ankle, making my head look down straight at the physical source. My head was made to look down. As I did so, an urge for me to scream filled through my body. But I was not allowed to do so. “Come down to us, come here dear one.” I stared as tears ran down my cheeks. Even though my face was blank of emotion, I was given this last chance to cry in silence. “Mum….” I forced out. On reaction, the figure pulled itself out of the slow-splitting earth. It was not mum… it was Dad. Suddenly, the control let go of me as the ground shook again, moving the land apart quickly. I screamed as I fell, Dad’s cold hands pulling me down. As fast as the earth had split suddenly, it closed back up.

It felt like I was free falling but the further I fell, the hotter it became. I’m going to Hell… I’m falling to the earth’s hot core.. The grip on my ankles tightened and I glanced down, speechless from the emptiness that filled his eyes. “Dad…” I called to him softly. Why should I be scared? I was going to Hell anyway. His face twisted in anger and he reached up, digging his nails into the flesh of my calves. I held in my cries of pain, watching the blood drip down, covering his hands.

The scenery finally changed. I found myself in darkness. This darkness was different from the security of night. This darkness was capable of bringing back past horrors back to life. The notes of a music box began to play slowly; mum’s voice echoing eerily. I tried feeling for my ears, to cover them at least. I could not feel anything. No thoughts filled my mind. I was empty of all. It felt like relief was hugging me as each horror of my life was pulled out of me and played before me once again. History was brought back to life while life was stolen of me. And finally, I was gone.

I opened my eyes and clutched onto the fabric of the pillow. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Dear Lord, spare me of this. I sat up, wiping away invisible tears. I shook my head and tried to rid myself of the nightmare I had received. I bent forward, touching my toes, stretching out all pain and numbness. I jerked slightly as I heard a soft snore. I turned around slowly and noticed my surroundings. Couch. TV. Zayn. I slowly smiled before moving close and kissing him lightly. I pulled away and sighed lightly, smiling. I’ll be fine. It was just a dream. I still felt unnerved from what I had saw and felt. I was letting myself give in to all the crap. I frowned and pinched my arm. I gasped as the pain swelled in the area. Punishment, you dunderhead. I let go and shook my head at myself. “Okay.. that was self-harm,” I mumbled to myself. Another snore pulled me out of my rambling. I giggled at how adorable Zayn was. An idea struck me as I looked at him.

I let an evil laugh escape me. I got up slowly and then ran towards the trapdoor leading to the basement. It’s been a while since I’ve been down there. I pushed the paranoia away from me as I descended down the ladder. I smiled lightly at my surroundings. I flicked the fairy lights on; its warm yellow glow filling the room. This isn’t so bad. Chrissy Doll is the past. It’s time I took steps away from the past and keep moving ahead. I opened the storage cupboard where Louis kept my bottles of paints. I pulled out a palette and squeezed out as many colours as I fancied along with a handful of brushes. Good thing, these are washable paints. I laughed quietly as I made my way up the ladder, holding the palette with my left hand, the brushes stuffed down my waist band of my skirt.

Once I got to the landing, I crept quietly to the living room, finding Zayn snoring softly. I glanced at the clock on the wall reading, 9:28 AM. I sat down slowly onto the couch, careful to not wake him up. I pulled out the paint brushes from my waist band and laid them behind me. I took a medium sized brush and dipped it into the yellow paint. I leaned in closer and stroked the brush gently on his right cheek, painting a sun. I smiled widely as he kept on sleeping. Always has been a deep sleeper. Minutes rolled by and I struggled to hold in my laughter as I painted him a very convincing layer of facial hair, adding emphasis on his existing stubble. I like him with facial hair. It makes him more… attractive. I blushed at my own confession.

I looked up as Louis entered the living room, rubbing his eyes. I paused, pulling an awkward face as he looked up at the current situation. A smirk ran across his face as he happily skipped over, grabbing a paint brush from behind me. I let out a laugh, looking at Louis’ excited eyes. “Let’s do this, Kitty,” he said. And we set to work in defacing Zayn. Well… not in a bad way, I thought, laughing quietly as Louis removed Zayn’s glasses, painting glasses on instead. I took hold of Zayn’s glasses and nestled them on my head.

“Oh.. umm, Valerie?” Louis asked. I looked up at him expectantly. “I need to tell you and Zayn something… it’s important.” I nodded then froze as Zayn groaned, waking up. I looked at Lou and widened my eyes, scrambling off the couch, leaving the palette and brushes on the coffee table. We dashed out of the living room as Zayn cried out, “ARGH MY FACE!”
Oh Lord. I giggled furiously, following behind Lou, running upstairs.

Notes

Okay peeps.... so this took a while to write. XD I was watching a movie while doing it. Anywho, from tomorrow onwards, I won't be updating as often as I would like to. School term starts and I gotta focus on my grades if I want to get anywhere in life. :D

So.. hopefully, I'll be able to update on Sundays. <3 I understand if you decide to unsubscribe if you dislike my decision. ^_^

I know that this fanfiction will have many more chapters to come. And I also know I'm not a great writer but I hope it's good enough for your standards. <3