Niall POV
After breakfast grace and I sat there talking about corrupt things that was happing around us.Or I was doing all the talking as she played with her food.Her presences seem distance as she eyes gaze out the window .I watch as she drifts off into her own little world.
"Is something wrong grace?"
She snaps out of it looking up at me biting down on her lip. "No"
Something was up with her; I stretch my hand towards hers.
"You can tell me."
She removes her hand from mines. The action took me by surprise. Her big hazel eyes stared into mines with anger.
"You can't pass judgment on people Niall. Not all monsters are evil. There are actually good ones out there." She stated
A big burst of laughter rips through my lips. Grace focused on me as a frowned form on her face; she got up running out the dinner hall.
"GRACE STOP ......WAIT."
What did I say that was wrong?

Mix feeling was running through my head. Why was she getting so offended? I didn't mean to get her mad. I'M telling the truth evil thing are just evil, if not they wouldn't be called evil. This is why I’m in here, why my mother thinks I’m losing my mind and won’t come and visit her son. You would think that she doesn't love me ,living her life forgetting about me.
I open the door to my room to find grace standing by the window.
"What's wrong Grace? Why did you run off like that? "
She turned around ,Her face was red and her eyes wear puffy. Gigantic drops fell from her eyes; the huge rainclouds in her mind let loose their bitter nature.
"You think I'm some monster. Niall,but I'm not."
I gave her puzzled look, why was she think like that. Grace knew how much I admire her, how nice she was to people. How loving and gentle she was. All times she would listen to my constant complains ,about life and she always had a smile on her face.
"Grace I don't thi-."
"Don't LIE. She squealed."There something you should know about me. I’m not that person you think I am ." She turns around walking towards the door. "Bye Niall.'' Her British accent was harsh towards me.
What the hell is she talking about?
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(Marcel POV )
I woke up with a bizarre feeling, as if someone was watching me. Everything around my room looked normal, nothing was out of place. The room was dark no light shining through but I can hear the rain pelting on my window. Suddenly the room turn cold, it felt like something was crawling on my skin.A white shadow brush across me causing me to fall off the bed. I look around frightened, but nothing was there. I got up heading towards the door but suddenly I was stop, my body couldn't move. It felt like something was blocking me but nothing was in front of me. I slowly start to move back but a hard force throw me back to the wall.
What was going on?
"Marcel." My mum cried out from the other side of the door. She slowly opens it ,I look up at my mum getting up off the floor.
What wrong Marcel?
That's when I saw a glimpse of the shadow pass by my mum, but I guess she didn't see anything cause she didn't react. I brush across her trying to follow it, the white figure went right into the bathroom.
"Marcel what's wrong with you?" she asked in a concern voice.
I didn't even bother answering her, running into the bathroom locking the bathroom door behind me. I stood there examining the room, but nothing.
I lift my head, to look at myself in the mirror .My skin looked wash out, bags under my eyes, lips paler than ever. I runs the cold water washing my face, my head started to pound and my lips was swollen.
"Marcel" mum called." Are you OK?"
"Yea...just washing up"
"Well can you unlock the door then?"
"Mum please. I'm fine please just go." I cried out. Why can't she just leave me alone sometimes. I know you don't trust me being by myself but I need space. I didn't want my mother to seeing me in so much pain. The tears rolled down, what caught my eyes were the bottle of pills that was on the shelf.
"One pill won't hurt." I mumbled to myself. I slowly reached out for the bottle, but like before Harry appears . UGH
"Hi bro." Harry smiled evilly .I ignored him and grabs the pills, twisting the top open.
"I don't think that's a smart idea." he suggested, looking at me like I was some small child.
"Why do you care.You want be dead."
"Well than be my guess." With that he disappeared from the bathroom.
l gaze at the bottle for a moment .Why am I doing this, spends months talking to counselors telling them I won’t do anything to hurt myself anymore and look what I’m doing now.
.."I can't do this." My anger build up as I threw all the pills to the wall.
"I have to fight to win my brother back.I can't sit here feeling sorry for myself, I need help." I quickly open the bathroom, rushing into my room, grabbing my back pack and packing my things.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked
"I can't stay here with you .I will do everything in my power to get my brother back if that's the last thing I do. I will died trying to fight for my family."As I zipper my bag up, feeling bold for standing up to him.
"You’re not going to win...Marcel ...We will get what we want .Zayn and Liam are one of us, what makes you think you won't be like one of us."His voice was sharp and dark.
l brushed past Harry and walked out the front door and into London brisk weather. My eyes tear and my hot breath made smokes in the air. I quickly cover my head with my hoodie walking towards the car. I wasn't sure where I was going but I just drove off.
(3 Person Pov)
Marcel phone rings he look over at the passenger seat grabbing my phone *unknown number* The words shines bright on the screen, pressing the call phone and projecting his voice.
"Marcel styles"? An ear-splitting screech filled his ears causing him to lose control of the car. As the car swerve you can hear the metal ripping apart crumbling like a piece of paper. Within seconds the car hits the wall, shattering the glass. The vehicle was silent only heavily breathing ,Marcel sits there with a huge glass pierce through his chest. He gasps for air as is heart beat slows down. His head spins while the blood pours out his mouth, his eyes wonder. Second pass and Marcel went still no movement, no breathing.. Nothing, his heart gave out.

Marcel styles is Dead.