Chapter 23

                                    

                                          
this chapter is graphic, not with sex you dirty minded lot, with death related ish things. 
                          
"W-what do you mean?" I stutter trying to stand up. My neck hurts like a bitch right now and Zayn is creeping me out. Zayn pushes me back onto the ground and lays next to me. "You remember, Niall when we first joined as a band? Do you remember the joy you felt? Yeah, I'm going to feel that after killing you." He whispers. I feel tears in my eyes. "Please.... you know I didn't mean to." I beg. But Zayn doesn't listen, instead he takes something from his pocket. 
                          
I close my eyes not wanting to see what it is. I feel a sting, like a needle being stuck in my arm. "Shh.... Just sleep." Zayn whispers gently stroking my head. And slowly, I feel sleep trying to take me. But if that happens there's a chance somehow I'll die. I look at Zayn with my eyes half closed. Zayn presses a knife to my cheek and applies pressure. I take a small breath in while Zayn trails the knife down my cheek to my neck.
                          
I groan in pain, barley able to make the sound. Then, there's a burning sensation over the new cut. I gasp in pain. "You like that, huh?" Zayn asks. I can hear the smirk in his voice. I feel tears falling from my eyes, some running over the new cut/burn. I close my eyes as Zayn stabs my stomach. I deserve it. I need to remember, I deserve this. "Does it hurt Niall? huh? does it hurt knowing you did this to me?" Zayn asks, pressing the knife over my heart. "Please... just do it." I whisper, my eyes refusing to open.
                          
I don't know what's going on, but I can't breath. I try to breath but no air comes in. I force my eyes open, they only open enough for me to see flames. And I know, now, what's going on. I move my hand to my neck and feel a rope. Wait... I should be dead right now. I haven't taken a breath is at least five minutes.... And I may be on fire. So why am I not dead? I try to take a breath, but it hurts. I grab the rope, or I try to grab it. It's digging into my skin. My skin is burning, and I can't breath. I just want this to end. But.... Something isn't letting me die. 
                          
I open my eyes just enough to see Zayn looking at me with tears running down his face.