Cut me down, But it's you who'll have further to fall | Self-para
Ghost town and haunted love Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones I'm talking loud not saying much
Zayn paused the movie in front of himself. He just felt the need for a smoke, something was bothering him and he really didn’t know what it was. Zayn made his way over to the closet and opened the door to it before searching for the hidden lighter and fags. After finding them, he threw on a hoodie and hid the things in his pocket. The boy also placed his phone and room key within his pockets. The boy placed on his NIKE air forces before leaving the bedroom. Upon putting on the shoes, he walked out of the room silently. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was going to go smoke because he had promised to not do it, but he secretly did it anyways. He looked around, the hallway was clear of people and he tiptoed down the stairs. He walked into the big foyer and opened the front door. The boy closed the door behind him after exiting the house and walked out onto the wooden porch. He moved his brown eyes around, taking in the features he’s seen before. The night had already fallen, the stars were out and shining bright in the darken sky. Zayn pushed his foot down onto the first step and then made his way fully down the long wooden foot stairs, pressing his feet down onto the soft sand. Then he began to walk away from the mansion, away from any focal point that anyone was able to see him out of.
He pulled out the fag from his pocket, along with the lighter that sat next to it. Zayn brought it up to his plump lips and light it with the lighter. After he saw the trail of smoke coming off of the fag, he moved his hand away from the wheel that started the spark to make it light. Then he placed it back into his pocket. Zayn took a long hit from the fag and then blow the smoke out of his mouth. What Zayn didn’t know what so ever, was that someone was following him. Someone he didn’t know someone who wanted to go after him and try to get rid of him because this person wanted to break up One Direction, or get rid one of them. This time, it was after Zayn. Was he really that good of a target, was it because he had a bad struggle or something? These however, was not Zayn’s thoughts this was probably the strange man’s asking himself as too why he choose to go after the raven haired male.
Zayn took another long drag from the fag that was in between his index and middle finger. The smoke escaped his lip and then something entered him. It was a sharp object that was hit into his lower back, near his hip area. The world seemed to turn into slow motion as he felt the knife go inside of his lower hip area. He couldn’t make a sound, or move or anything else like that. The fag that was in between his two fingers fell down to the sand. The sharp object was pulled away from his body and Zayn fell down to his knees. He was there for a couple of seconds; the boy was able to fall over before a booted foot slammed into his right side temple of his head. The boy instantly got thrown to the ground from the kick. The olive skinned boy could feel the blood from his body and he still had the pain of the knife going into him. Zayn saw the very person step over him, the person was wearing all black and was masked, so you couldn’t see his face or make it out. The bloody knife was in the man’s hand and the man quickly ran over to the water. Running it through the ocean water to clean all of the boy’s blood off of it, it was weird that all the person did was stab the boy. He didn’t take anything and all he did was that.
The blood began to stain the once pale colored sand. Zayn’s eyes grew heavy and he started to see the darkness of his eye lids. Some tears had slipped down his cheek out of how scared for his life he was. He didn’t want to die, he couldn’t die. Zayn still needed to keep going with his dream and be with his best mates. He couldn’t let Liam lose him, Zayn loved Liam with all of his heart and didn’t want to let go. The boy wanted to be with Liam forever, start a family and everything else that he could do. But, if he was going to be a goner none of that wasn’t going to happen, not going towards completing his dream or growing old with the boy he loved more that he loved himself. One last tear fell down Zayn’s face before the darkness fell into his sight. There was no movement he could make or speak. Hopefully someone would find him, before it was way too late.