Torn

(Helloooo! Co-author this time xD We alternate.)

Sheyla's POV:

Sheyla coughed, her heart rate quickening. He just ran in there, like a mad man. How crazy is he?
"I already lost Lottie, and if I lose you..." His words echoed in her mind. He lost Lottie? What? No, she was going back in. She had to find Zayn, she couldn't lose him. They lost their mom already, and their father was an abusive douche. She didn't want to live if she had to go through that without her brother by her side.
Sheyla was being checked by the nurses that came with the ambulance, and she was going to break free from there any time now.
"Sweetie, your boyfriend will be fine, they sent people after him-" The nurse spoke sweetly, a fake kind tone dripping from her tongue.
"He is not my boyfriend. Get me in there! I need to find my brother!" Sheyla seethed, jerking away from the nurse and running.
"Get her!" The nurse yelled, running after the raven haired girl.
Sheyla quickly entered through the flames, coughing wildly. She, of course, had asthma. That wasn't what she was thinking about, though. She was thinking about Zayn and the others. She wouldn't be able to go on if she had to live without them. She tore through the art classroom, which was Zayn and Cynthia's last class. She saw the two huddled up in a corner, Zayn giving Cynthia a seductive stare. She growled, but brushed it off. She didn't want her friend to be played, Zayn was and always had been a lady killer.
"Zayn! Cynthia!" She shouted, coughing again.
"Sheyla!" The two shouted, running and dodging the fire.
"What're you doing in here? You can't breathe this stuff in!" Cynthia shouted, pulling Sheyla and Zayn out of the burning room.
"You could die!" Zayn scolded with an angry look. Sheyla coughed again.
"Fuck that! I don't give a shit, as long as you guys are alive!" She seethed, pulling them through the hallway.
"How many times have I told you not to cuss?" Zayn said strictly as they entered another hallway. Sheyla rolled her eyes.
"I don't have time for you to be telling me what to do. Right now, we have to find the others." She said in a leader like tone.
"Heh..I was kinda working out my will in my head already.." Cynthia said nervously, scratching the back of her neck.
"What did I get? Your car?" Sheyla joked, she always loved Cynthia's car.
"Yes, actually." Cynthia laughed.
"Sorry to intrude on this lovely get-together, but we gotta find the others!" Zayn interrupted the two, who grumbled.
"Just tryna lighten the mood, Malik." Cynthia said as they stopped mid-hallway.
There were Kirsten and Niall, kissing.
"Oh we are so talking about this later, Kitty!" Sheyla yelled, grabbing the girl by the wrist and running.
"If there even IS a later." Cynthia added, as they all ran in the halls once more.
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"It's no use! They're not here! W-We have to get out!" Kirsten said, now pulling Sheyla along. Sheyla grew weak, she was feeling tired and out of breath.
"She breathed too much of it in. We're getting out! I can't lose my twin sister." Zayn growled as they all nodded and headed for the exit.
"B-But Harry-" Cynthia squeaked, and Zayn shook his head.
"Maybe they're outside, love. There's only one way to find out." He nodded, as they all exited the glass doors.

Notes

Tada! ^-^
-Shady