One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)
Epilouge: Cyrielle Proulx
March 16, 2015
Elle's POV:
I watched the people walking on the sidewalks as my mum's car zoomed by them. All of them looked so happy to be alive. Like there wasn't a thing to worry about in life, and I hated that. How were they allowed to be happy or even just content with life whilst I'm not? I am only seventeen years old yet everything in my life seems to be going so wrong. It's like there is someone out there in the universe who purposely wants my life to be a living hell whilst I watch everyone else around me live without any cares.
It just isn't fair. I want to be happy I really do, but every time does go right in my life, something always ruined it, and I was tired of that. I know what I did was quite rash, but there wasn't anything else I could do. I had to get away from the all the troubles life brought, because there has to be something better out there than hardship and pain. That's what I was looking for, something better.
I tore my eyes from window and the people outside it mocking me with their great lives, and let them fall to the bandages that covered the wounds on my wrist. The wounds that my mum and little sister referred to as my "mistake". Hell if anything was a mistake, it was allowing my sister, Abigail, to find me before I was dead. I should have locked my bathroom door, or at least waited until they both went to sleep, but no. I was desperate and sloppy, that was the only mistakes I made.
"Cyrielle," my mum sighed in despair. I cringed at the use of my government name. Cyrielle just screams French whilst Elle sounded more English. It reminded me all too much of my no good for anything French father, who I didn't want anything to do with. Who is the main reason for my problems.
Noticing her slip up, she quickly corrected herself. "Elle, please leave your bandages alone. Your wounds won't ever heal if you continue on like that."
Obeying her, I put my hands on either side of me. It wasn't much longer until we pulled into the drive and parked the car in front of our small house.
"Can you put the rubbish bin on the curb for me? I'm going to go inside and make you lunch."
We both got out of the car and closed our doors behind us. My mum continued on inside the house whilst I went to the gate, where the rubbish bin was located behind. As I walked the trash bin down to the curb, I took in the emptiness of my streets, that are usually filled with kids my age, younger, and older, but instead they weren't. All of them were in school. All of them besides me of course. I had just gotten back from the hospital. I've been at the hospital since Saturday night, because of my "mistake".
Once I made it down the drive, I placed the rubbish bin securely at the curb where it would stay if there were to be any rain from now to when the dustmen come to collect it. Right as I am about to turn around and go inside, a black, much too fancy to be in my neighbourhood, parks on the side of the road a few metres away from. Call me crazy, but I could almost feel the eyes of whoever was in vehicle watching me even though the windows were tinted.
I tore my eyes from the car, and made my way into my house. Nothing much happened after that. When I finished my lunch, my mum gave me the lessons, that I missed today. By the I finished everything, Abigail was back from school, and we had a very quiet and awkward dinner. As soon as I ate an acceptable amount of food, my mum allowed me to leave the table. I took a long and very much needed shower before going to bed at only 20:30, because if I had any chance of lasting the whole day I will need all the sleep I can possible get.
~~~
It was some time in the middle of the night that I was woken by a constant thud coming from the front of the house. After multiple failed attempts of trying to go back to sleep, I got out of my oh so very comfortable bed, and walked out of my room to stop what ever was making the noise. As soon as stepped into the sitting room, I spot the source of the noise. The blinds, that covered the window on the front door, were being blown by the wind, and continuously banged against the door. As I got closer, I took notice of the broken glass, that covered the floor.
A bone tingling chill crept its way up my spine in realisation. My heart began to race, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Someone was in my house. Hell, they could still be in here lurking about, doing God knows what. I can't even fathom what it is someone could possible want with us. Just about everyone in town knew my family and I are poor, and the neighbourhood we live in is anything but desirable. So the reason of someone breaking in my house is absolutely beyond me.
My mind on auto pilot. I had checked out and it had taken over, moving me towards the house phone sitting in its cradle on the dining room table. Once I pressed in 999 on the number pad, I placed the phone against my ear, but instead of hearing a voice on the other end of the phone, all I heard was a dial tone. I took the phone from, and looked at the screen. The words NO SERVICE flashed on the screen. My hands started shaking in horror. Whoever had broken in had cut the phone line.
"Cyrielle." The phone dropped from my hands when a low voice called out to me. I turned around, facing the tall, unknown figure. "What are you doing out of bed, muppet?" he questioned as he started to come closer to me. Every step he made towards me I took another one back until my back was against the wall.
"Wh-ho are you?" By then he was close enough where I could make out his face and eyes. His dark blue eyes that almost seemed stare right into my brain, violating my every thought.
"Oh, you will learn soon enough," he chuckled as he placed his left hand on the wall beside my head and the other on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What I need right now is for you to be a quiet little church mouse, yea." His hand, that was on the wall, came down, and placed itself on the back of my neck as he leaned his head down, connecting his lips with mine.
As soon as the kiss started, it ended. Not giving me any time to even try to pull away. He removed his hand from my hip before putting it in his hoodie pocket, and right back out, but only now he had a syringe in his hand.
"What are doing?!" I screeched, but instead of answering me, he covered my mouth, uncapped the syringe, and stuck it in my arm. He spewed out a plethora of shh's as I whimpered at the pain. A mere seconds later I felt light headed, and my legs felt like Jell-O. That was last thing I remembered before I blacked out.
~~~
Evil never dies. For some it might lessen or stay tolerable, but we will always have to deal with it. From the moment we enter this world until the moment we exit, evil will always surround us. Our only hope is faith.
Elle's POV:
I watched the people walking on the sidewalks as my mum's car zoomed by them. All of them looked so happy to be alive. Like there wasn't a thing to worry about in life, and I hated that. How were they allowed to be happy or even just content with life whilst I'm not? I am only seventeen years old yet everything in my life seems to be going so wrong. It's like there is someone out there in the universe who purposely wants my life to be a living hell whilst I watch everyone else around me live without any cares.
It just isn't fair. I want to be happy I really do, but every time does go right in my life, something always ruined it, and I was tired of that. I know what I did was quite rash, but there wasn't anything else I could do. I had to get away from the all the troubles life brought, because there has to be something better out there than hardship and pain. That's what I was looking for, something better.
I tore my eyes from window and the people outside it mocking me with their great lives, and let them fall to the bandages that covered the wounds on my wrist. The wounds that my mum and little sister referred to as my "mistake". Hell if anything was a mistake, it was allowing my sister, Abigail, to find me before I was dead. I should have locked my bathroom door, or at least waited until they both went to sleep, but no. I was desperate and sloppy, that was the only mistakes I made.
"Cyrielle," my mum sighed in despair. I cringed at the use of my government name. Cyrielle just screams French whilst Elle sounded more English. It reminded me all too much of my no good for anything French father, who I didn't want anything to do with. Who is the main reason for my problems.
Noticing her slip up, she quickly corrected herself. "Elle, please leave your bandages alone. Your wounds won't ever heal if you continue on like that."
Obeying her, I put my hands on either side of me. It wasn't much longer until we pulled into the drive and parked the car in front of our small house.
"Can you put the rubbish bin on the curb for me? I'm going to go inside and make you lunch."
We both got out of the car and closed our doors behind us. My mum continued on inside the house whilst I went to the gate, where the rubbish bin was located behind. As I walked the trash bin down to the curb, I took in the emptiness of my streets, that are usually filled with kids my age, younger, and older, but instead they weren't. All of them were in school. All of them besides me of course. I had just gotten back from the hospital. I've been at the hospital since Saturday night, because of my "mistake".
Once I made it down the drive, I placed the rubbish bin securely at the curb where it would stay if there were to be any rain from now to when the dustmen come to collect it. Right as I am about to turn around and go inside, a black, much too fancy to be in my neighbourhood, parks on the side of the road a few metres away from. Call me crazy, but I could almost feel the eyes of whoever was in vehicle watching me even though the windows were tinted.
I tore my eyes from the car, and made my way into my house. Nothing much happened after that. When I finished my lunch, my mum gave me the lessons, that I missed today. By the I finished everything, Abigail was back from school, and we had a very quiet and awkward dinner. As soon as I ate an acceptable amount of food, my mum allowed me to leave the table. I took a long and very much needed shower before going to bed at only 20:30, because if I had any chance of lasting the whole day I will need all the sleep I can possible get.
~~~
It was some time in the middle of the night that I was woken by a constant thud coming from the front of the house. After multiple failed attempts of trying to go back to sleep, I got out of my oh so very comfortable bed, and walked out of my room to stop what ever was making the noise. As soon as stepped into the sitting room, I spot the source of the noise. The blinds, that covered the window on the front door, were being blown by the wind, and continuously banged against the door. As I got closer, I took notice of the broken glass, that covered the floor.
A bone tingling chill crept its way up my spine in realisation. My heart began to race, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Someone was in my house. Hell, they could still be in here lurking about, doing God knows what. I can't even fathom what it is someone could possible want with us. Just about everyone in town knew my family and I are poor, and the neighbourhood we live in is anything but desirable. So the reason of someone breaking in my house is absolutely beyond me.
My mind on auto pilot. I had checked out and it had taken over, moving me towards the house phone sitting in its cradle on the dining room table. Once I pressed in 999 on the number pad, I placed the phone against my ear, but instead of hearing a voice on the other end of the phone, all I heard was a dial tone. I took the phone from, and looked at the screen. The words NO SERVICE flashed on the screen. My hands started shaking in horror. Whoever had broken in had cut the phone line.
"Cyrielle." The phone dropped from my hands when a low voice called out to me. I turned around, facing the tall, unknown figure. "What are you doing out of bed, muppet?" he questioned as he started to come closer to me. Every step he made towards me I took another one back until my back was against the wall.
"Wh-ho are you?" By then he was close enough where I could make out his face and eyes. His dark blue eyes that almost seemed stare right into my brain, violating my every thought.
"Oh, you will learn soon enough," he chuckled as he placed his left hand on the wall beside my head and the other on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What I need right now is for you to be a quiet little church mouse, yea." His hand, that was on the wall, came down, and placed itself on the back of my neck as he leaned his head down, connecting his lips with mine.
As soon as the kiss started, it ended. Not giving me any time to even try to pull away. He removed his hand from my hip before putting it in his hoodie pocket, and right back out, but only now he had a syringe in his hand.
"What are doing?!" I screeched, but instead of answering me, he covered my mouth, uncapped the syringe, and stuck it in my arm. He spewed out a plethora of shh's as I whimpered at the pain. A mere seconds later I felt light headed, and my legs felt like Jell-O. That was last thing I remembered before I blacked out.
~~~
Evil never dies. For some it might lessen or stay tolerable, but we will always have to deal with it. From the moment we enter this world until the moment we exit, evil will always surround us. Our only hope is faith.
Notes
MY STORY'S DONE! OH MY GOSH I CAN NOT HANDLE! THIS IS MY BABY, AND IT'S LIKE IT'S ALL GROWN UP! ;A;Lol sorry about that. I had a moment, but in all seriousness I will like to thank everyone who has stayed with me as I wrote this story, because you guys have put up with me not updating for weeks on end. I am just so grateful all your support. Without it I don't think I would ever feel the need to continue on with this story.
Now I already have been asked about a sequel, and personally I don't think I could actually make another story under this plot , that would be good enough for my amazing readers. However, that is for now. If I somehow am able to think of a sequel, and you're still interested then I will, but for now no.
If you guys care, I am going to write another story called Revenge. It's an AU where the boys are in a gang. I don't want to say too much about it, because I want to be a surprise. I'll post on here when it's up!
Bye! :)
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