You're My Light

When Zayn stumbles upon a girl who has many secrets and cuts herself he decides to take her in. She doesn't trust him at first and is quick to try to escape. But he keeps her firmly trying to protect from herself. As she realizes she can overcome the hurt, the two fall for each other. Then a horrible event occurs, but the boys don't see it as too tragic. Will her secrets all be revealed? Only Zayn can bring the light back to her darkness and vanquish the evils that haunt her.


30. Learning Again

Charlotte POV

               I wake up in a bed, smothered in duvets. I get up and look in the mirror to see how I look. My hair is a puffy brown beast that I pull into a messy bun. My face looks and feels like it needs to be washed, and I can't decide if I want to put make up on or not.

             I see balcony doors to my right, so I pull them open. The sun shines bright outside and I can hear a chorus of birds singing their morning songs. I breathe in the tranquility of nature before stepping back inside and closing the doors. There's a closet on my left that I hope will contain something that will fit me.

             I pull open the closet door and see a complete wardrobe where everything is my size. I pull on a blue camisole and grey sweatpants before making the bed and heading downstairs. "Morning!" I smile at Zayn who is making breakfast.

             "It's two hours past morning luv," He tells me, pointing to a clock reading 2pm.

              "Well that's strange. Do I always sleep this late?" I ask, sitting on a stool for the island. I'm going to do my best not to freak out today and learn more about my old self - I guess you could say.

             Zayn looks confused, but answers anyways. "Sometimes you do. But usually you wake up before I do."

             "Oh." I nod, trying not to show how awkward it is for me. Apparently I lived with him before, but why can't I remember? Why does it feel so weird? And why can't I touch him without burning?!

             "Breakfast?" He offers me, holding out a plate full of bacon and eggs. 

             "Sure," I reply, carefully taking the plate from him without making contact with his skin. I begin to pick at the food, but I feel uncomfortable because Zayn is watching me eat. "Aren't you going to eat?" I smile weirdly under his gaze.

              "Right," He says as if he forgot. He makes himself a plate and sits down next me, giving me some extra space. 

              "So what was I like? I mean did I act the same as I do now?" I ask in between bites. 

               "A little bit. Some of your personality traits are there, but things are...different now," He answers and I can tell that's he's hiding something.

              "What are you hiding?" I accuse him, putting my fork down.

              He sighs. "See. Right there. You've always been stubborn. Can't you just drop this?" He pleads.

              "What he means is, I'm not sure if you can handle it. You couldn't before," Belle's voice comes from the hallway. I turn and look at her. I can Zayn shoot her a glare.

              "I'm sure I can handle it. I'm really strong," I smile, trying to convince her.

              "It's pretty bad," Zayn tells me,

               "How bad?" I question.

              "On a scale of rainbows to depression, we're at suicide," Belle replies. Zayn flinches and I can't help but wonder why. 

              "Hit me with your best shot," I dare her.

              "Charlotte...your...your parents are dead," Her voice is barely above a whisper.

              "Very funny," I laugh.

               "She's not kidding Char," Zayn says quietly.

              "No," I shake my head. "You're lying," I roll my eyes.

               "Charlotte," Belle's voice breaks.

               "I'm not going to listen to this!" I scream, getting up. Suddenly there are arms wrapped around me and my body burns. I clench my teeth and hold the pain, trying to ignore what Belle has told me. 

                "Charlotte luv, it's okay," Zayn tells me, gently letting me go. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor in sobs.

                "How long?" I whisper.

                "About a year," Belle answers, walking over to me and draping an arm over my shoulder. She holds me until I stop crying and I look like a mess. 

                Zayn hands me a cup of tea. "Don't touch me," I request as I take the tea. He nods and Belle helps me to the couch. She explains how they died and how I had blamed myself in the past. Then it's Zayn's turn to describe how I ran away and he found me. I was a cutter and he was the one saving me from myself.

                "What about Emily?" I ask about my sister.

                "She's coming to see you tomorrow," Belle answers.

               "So when you said I had some of my old personality..." I trail off.

                "The depression doesn't look like it's there, but everything else stands," Zayn responds.

                Why did my life take such a terrible turn? What did I do to deserve this? Were Zayn and I actually JUST friends? Will I ever get my memory back? Maybe learning about my old life isn't the best choice to make.


"Learning is a treasure that accompanies its owner everywhere,"

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