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.


23. Suicide Attempt

Zayn POV

                  I honestly didn't know how to handle Charlotte. She was so on and off that it could be considered bipolar. First she was snapping at her friends, then she was an insecure singer, and then she was suddenly an independent smoker! We got back to the flat and sat down on the couch together. I told her how I thought it was really cute that she didn't want to open for us. She immediately switched modes and stormed upstairs after retorting that I didn't understand why she didn't want to sing.

                   Liam followed her up because it was pretty obvious that she was pissed at me. "What just happened?" I asked Eleanor once both Liam and Charlotte got upstairs. 

                  "Can't you see? She can't risk that guy coming after her! And she can't risk her family seeing her and coming for her! And plus, she is not stable enough for that," Eleanor exclaims. 

                 "Bloody hell. I'm such an idiot!" I hit myself upside the head.

                 "Don't do that mate," Louis calls to me.

                  "I'm so inconsiderate though. I told her I wouldn't hurt her. Now look what I'm doing," I reply.

                  "Don't beat yourself up over it," Harry says.

                  "I'm going to go apologize," I jump up.

                  "Zayn, why don't you go for a walk? We can handle Charlotte. It will give you both time to calm down and clear your heads," Eleanor suggests but it sounds more like a command.

                   "I hate it when you're right," I tell her as I look for my varsity jacket only to remember that Charlotte has it. I grab my black leather jacket instead and open the door.

                   "Remember to avoid the press!" Louis yells after me as I exit my flat. I speed walk around the block that I live on and then head back to my flat. I don't think Charlotte would be ready to talk to me yet so I head to the backyard and sit down on the back porch. 

                   I can hear Charlotte talking to someone upstairs, but all I hear is her voice and not what she's saying. After a while of waiting, the talking dies down. I head inside and into the living room. "When I left her she was staring out the window," Liam tells me.

                   "When I left her she was laying on the bed, facing the wall," Eleanor adds. I nod to both of them but then realize that everyone is down here instead of someone watching her or keeping tabs on her.

                   "Are you sure she is still here?" I ask feverently. 

                   "She said she wouldn't go," Eleanor shrugs.

                    "Did she PROMISE?" I panic. Eleanor's eyes widen and then suddenly the two of us are racing up the stairs towards where she left Charlotte. I look into our room and she's not there. We move to the bathroom and the door is closed and locked. 

                     "Charlotte, luv, let me in," i try to coax her out.

                     "No Zayn. I'm leaving," She replies.

                      "The boys are outside - you won't get far," I tell her.

                     "Not that kind of leaving Zayn," She answers. Eleanor and I look at each other as we simultaneously understand what that means. 

                      "Keep her distracted. Keep her talking - I'll be right back," Eleanor whispers and rushes down the stairs.

                      "Charlotte you don't have to do this. I'm sorry I didn't understand why you didn't want to sing," I apologize.

                      "It's not just about that Zayn. I have to escape Josh. I have to escape the guilt," She shouts. I see Eleanor come up the stairs again with a good sized needle in her hand.

                       "Char I want you to stand back okay?" I yell. I lift my foot up and kick the door open. I take the syringe from Eleanor and enter the bathroom. She is sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest and a butcher knife in one hand. Her eyes are red and her face is wet. As I bend down she brings the knife to her neck. I quickly get closer to her and inject the fluid from the syringe to Charlotte.

                        Charlotte looks at me with a gaze flooded with betrayal. Her muscles immediately begin to relax. "What's going on? I feel like I can't move," Charlotte whimpers. I take the knife from her hand and put it on the counter of the sink. Then I pick Charlotte up and bring her back to our room.

                        I hold her in my arms as I lay down on the bed. Eventually she begins to move her arms and legs little by little again - the effects of the needle wearing off. I'm not sure how she was going to react but I knew it wouldn't be rainbows and butterflies.

                        "Why did you do that?" She asks me after some silence.

                        "I couldn't let you do that to yourself," I answer her honestly.

                        "He's going to kill me," She whispers.

                         "No. He won't." I attempt to assure her. She clings on to my shirt and pulls it tight.

                          "I'm sorry I tried to commit suicide," She confesses. A tear rolls down her cheek.

                         "It's okay luv. Just's late enough that you can sleep," I tell her. Gradually I feel her relax on me even though it feels weird because she is half on and half off. I thank my lucky stars that I was able to get to her in time and then kiss her forehead to make sure that she is sleeping.

"You were given this life because you were strong enough to live it,"

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