Maybe (harry styles fanfic)
chapter 24
i walk through the darkness of the streets. i clutch my phone tightly to my chest walking faster past the homeless people on the ground. one stops me.
"its to ghetto of a place for you, beautiful" he saysi with a smerk.
"i will be ok" i say without making eye contact.
i speedwalk down the road not knowing where to go. i check me phone, 10:56. the streetlights flicker. I start to feel the presence of someone watching me. I turn to see two men watching me, looking at me up and down.
"hello, beautiful" the one says taking my arm.
the other takes my things and my bag. im jumped. im pinned to the wall by the first male.
"NO! STOP! PLEASE!" i beg.
I wake my heart pounding. the images flash through my head of the night of the tragity. i just relived the start of that horrible time...
i remember the theropy i went through, being in the hospital almost in shock.
I look around the shed. it dark, it looks to be night time outside telling by the cracks under the door. I stumble to my feet and walk to the door. locked, of course. I try to find a window in the darkness. i pat the wood walls up and down on the first side of the shed. my hand touchs something of a plastic cover over a cut out into a square on the upper side of the middle of the wall. i feel around to confirm its a covered window. i stumble around the shed to find something for me to stand on. i find a small chair on the other side of the room. i lower the chair in front of the window. next, i craw to the pile of where my things were thrown. i get out my pocket kneife. i walk in the direction of where the square window is. i balence on the chair in front of the window. i cut off the layer of the plastic to reveal another. a small amount of light shines through it. i cut off the last layer of plastic. the layer drops to my feet. Bars are the only thing that seperates me from the outside world. I pat down three other windows and repeat my steps. The room is alumintated by the moon. i make out a small bed in the corner of the shed. there is a dresser with a mirror in the corner by the door. I am standing to where it looks like a room. its very small and chilly, being in the shed and all. i walk over to the bed feeling a rug under my single bare foot where my tom was lost. The sheets are soft and smell clean. i sit on the end of the plush matteress. i need sleep. i want sleep. i want to sleep this whole nightmare away.
"its to ghetto of a place for you, beautiful" he saysi with a smerk.
"i will be ok" i say without making eye contact.
i speedwalk down the road not knowing where to go. i check me phone, 10:56. the streetlights flicker. I start to feel the presence of someone watching me. I turn to see two men watching me, looking at me up and down.
"hello, beautiful" the one says taking my arm.
the other takes my things and my bag. im jumped. im pinned to the wall by the first male.
"NO! STOP! PLEASE!" i beg.
I wake my heart pounding. the images flash through my head of the night of the tragity. i just relived the start of that horrible time...
i remember the theropy i went through, being in the hospital almost in shock.
I look around the shed. it dark, it looks to be night time outside telling by the cracks under the door. I stumble to my feet and walk to the door. locked, of course. I try to find a window in the darkness. i pat the wood walls up and down on the first side of the shed. my hand touchs something of a plastic cover over a cut out into a square on the upper side of the middle of the wall. i feel around to confirm its a covered window. i stumble around the shed to find something for me to stand on. i find a small chair on the other side of the room. i lower the chair in front of the window. next, i craw to the pile of where my things were thrown. i get out my pocket kneife. i walk in the direction of where the square window is. i balence on the chair in front of the window. i cut off the layer of the plastic to reveal another. a small amount of light shines through it. i cut off the last layer of plastic. the layer drops to my feet. Bars are the only thing that seperates me from the outside world. I pat down three other windows and repeat my steps. The room is alumintated by the moon. i make out a small bed in the corner of the shed. there is a dresser with a mirror in the corner by the door. I am standing to where it looks like a room. its very small and chilly, being in the shed and all. i walk over to the bed feeling a rug under my single bare foot where my tom was lost. The sheets are soft and smell clean. i sit on the end of the plush matteress. i need sleep. i want sleep. i want to sleep this whole nightmare away.
4/30/13