My Faults

WARNING: This has triggering scenes so... if it will affect you, do not - I repeat - DO NOT read this chapter.


Zayn's P.O.V.

I carried Valerie up the stairs, minding my step as I did so. It's getting worse.. whatever this is.. it's getting worse. It's been a while since she's had an attack like this. After all these years, even visiting a doctor! I sighed heavily and I parted the door open with my back. Nothing's wrong with her.. that's what they said.. I glanced down at her face and smiled softly. She's beautiful in her sleep. I mentally slapped myself, turning back in case Louis was close behind. Odd. I frowned. "Where the heck is he?" I mumbled.

I set Valerie down on her bed carefully and sat down at the end of it, holding her hand. Oh Val.. what made you like this, this time? Louis doesn't believe any of the things you see or hear.. But I do. I know you wouldn't lie. I lifted her sleeves up gently, tracing the many thin, white lines all over her forearms. I looked around checking for any new ones. Lucky... she hasn't started again. I looked back at her face again but frowned. Her peaceful expression now contorted into one of distress. I stared long and hard then squeezed her hands in mine.

"Lou.. Zayn.. " she began to mumble. "Chrissy Doll.. no.." she mumbled again, this time squeezing my hands hard while she emphasized on 'no'.

"Valerie.." I whispered but ended in a slight questioning tone. Her body reacted to my voice by quivering all over. "You said you'd leave them. No.. you said you'd LEAVE THEM," she spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes now scrunching shut even tighter. I knew she often spoke in her sleep but this time it didn't feel right. Something was definitely off. But I couldn't wake her up.

~4 minutes passed~

I almost threw a book at her when her eyes snapped open. Almost robot-like in manner. I squeezed her hands again and let out a shaky breath. She looked confused.


Valerie's P.O.V.

"Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can?" she called out to me while running upstairs towards Lou's room. Zayn was in there too. I ran after her and tried to speed up, but some odd force kept pushing me back, making me run so slow. Like as if I was running in water. "COME BACK YOU CRAZY DOLL!" I yelled out.
Her high pitched laugh filled throughout the house, finally ringing in my ears with her voice in the background, "Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can!" Her voice high and sing-song in manner. I clamped my ears shut. I began to cry since nothing I did allowed me to get to Lou and Zayn. I sunk to my knees as my chest started to feel like it was caving in, the pain rapidly increasing. I choked out more sobs when I heard her begin to sing merrily while she hacked away into Louis' and Zayn's bodies with her razor:

"Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of the broken butterflies,
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain they've endured.

Silver metal shine so bright,
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down.
And wake up just before you drown."

Her laugh filled my ears again before continuing in her high, shrill voice:

"The moonlight shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your worst, stupid fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,

A loud bang came right from behind. I felt Chrissy Doll's icy cold hands on my neck.

"Whisper the cutter's lullaby..." she ended. She removed her hands and I heard her small footsteps move from behind me to my front. She ripped my hands away from my ears. "POINTLESS!!" she screamed. "You can hear me! You can hear me!" And her sing-song began again.

"You said you'd leave them," I said through gritted teeth. Make it stop... "No.." I trailed off again. Make it stop.. "You said you'd LEAVE THEM!" I shouted at her. She slapped me hard across the face. I whimpered. My last thoughts leaving me.

MAKE IT STOP!!

My eyes snapped open and I felt someone squeeze my hands. What? What happened? Where's Chrissy Doll.. "I.. " I trailed off then a voice said, "They're dead." I dug my nails into the stranger's hands and I began screaming but no noise came out.


Zayn's P.O.V.

Oh God... Her nails dug into my skin as she began -well sort of- screaming but blood rushed up into her face as she kept on trying to scream. Tears streamed down her face. She shot up in bed but she didn't see me. As her hands reached her throat I yelled out, "LOUIS GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

I fumbled around her desk, looking through the drawers, searching for her asthma puffer.

And his footsteps boomed on the stairs.

Notes

I'm sorry.. this chapter is really depressing. :/

But like it's been labelled.. it is horror, tragedy and mystery. You guys don't even know what the heck is going on, aye?

Hope you like it. Comments help motivate me so comment away!! ^_^