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Ariana aka Cleo aka Teddy is Harry Style's half sister at 18 her world is already full among other things that may just ruin her friendship with Louis Tomlinson will the tail get in the way or will Eleanor?

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25. Story of My Life

Cleo's POV (Before the Apocalypse)

I was drowsy, my wrists hurt like hell and everything was a blur, I heard voices and looked around confused, the drugs barely worn off.

"Where am I?" I mumbled, groggily trying to move my head around and focus on the people in White but my eyes were blurry and I was having trouble keeping them open.

"Type B+ Blood, shes losing a lot of it." Someone spoke.

'Wake up!' I tried to snap at myself. 'Don't go back to sleep.'

"Guys she's losing a lot of blood! She can't die!" A male shouted, I looked around trying to focus more but I couldn't.

She felt an aching in her stomach and managed to see something there, but it was blurry and she was sure her eyes were playing a trick on her.

"We need the Virus!" The man whispered to someone. "She's our last hope."

"No." Cleo mumbled.. "Where am I?"

No one was answering her and she found it hard to get focus in her vision, everyone seemed to be ignoring her and I was hearing a voice as the numbness began to set in.

“Serial killers’ fantasies are often about control and violation. In fact, during research, it became evident that serial killers could remember NO positive fantasies they had as children. Some would fantasize about mutilating themselves or their genitals. They will even fantasize about their own traumas, over and over again – the difference being that in these fantasies they are the assailant.

 Serial killers in the making will never discuss these horrid fantasies with anyone, but thoughts of fulfilling them will recur more and more frequently. Before the serial killer kills for the first time, the fantasies normally focus on committing the murder. Afterwards, the fantasies will focus on committing each murder more successfully, and with greater efficiency.” She wonderred where that had come from, once she had dropped out of school and studied to become a UNIT officer, working on Murders and such.

I wanted to scream, tell them to let her go, that I was fine... but was I? Was I dead?

"But Doctor..." A lady protested, making me snap out of her thoughts. "What about the project." She gestured to Cleo. "What if the Virus effects it?"

"It won't effect it what Will effect it is if she dies!" He roared. "Now do it or I will replace you as the subject if she dies!"

Whoever it was scurried off and I heard the commotion, before I knew it the girl was back and I looked at them before they injected something into her skin and before I knew it everything darkened.

I woke up, in a white room, looking around confused I saw a giant board and a lady was on front of it, an eye patch on one eye and my legs were up in a labour position, looking properly I saw it a bump, MY belly and I was pregnant my eyes widened in shock and I looked at the lady in panic.

"Now push."

A/N Now that wasn't my best work BUT hopefully I'm doing well so a little twist... I think IDK I've been distracted with Year 10 Lately and my Year 10 PDHPE dance assignment it's like 3 dances and I can't dance and my Partner is no help his just... lazy. So I will try to update as much as I can so fan, comment but while your waiting be sure to check out my other stories! Not as good as this but hopefully around that line.

Love you guys and thank you so much for your support so far!

~CareFree2222 <3

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