Story of my life

Harry styles, aka the criminal with no face, is known for his horrified crimes in the quiet city of London. He will kill anyone that gets in his way, he doesn't care who you are as long as you have a heartbeat your dead. Mia blue ,aka the girl with no voice, is known as the girl who hasn't talked for 3 years. She gets scared easily and is constantly being teased for no voice. She has a story to tell but no one can hear her.

Mia innocently at a masquerade ball, has no choice but to simply look around. She then bumps into a certain green eyed boy who catches her attention.

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2. Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Mia's pov:

I was alone downstairs in the living room reading a good book by the fire, and then the door slammed opened. I saw my foster dad and I knew he was fully drunk. His brown eyes were now black and filled with something that contained a deadly substance. I hated when he he came home drunk because then that would mean bad news for me.

I then leaped from my spot and ran to the nearest door. once I reached the door I grabbed the old door handle and felt the cool metal hit my skin with negatively. I knew the door wouldn't budge, so I ran to the next door but as soon as I grabbed the handle I felt a hand cover my mouth and a strong arm around my waist. He then dragged me to the couch and threw me onto it. He then straddles me and holds my hands above my head.

I couldn't scream for help because I had no voice, so all I could do was simply cry while this man tried to rape me.

He then kisses my neck and places his free hand underneath my shirt. He cups me above my bra and squeezes it with hardness. I was about yelp but then he covers my mouth with his lips that he forced upon me.

I felt the tears stream down my face and I couldn't do nothing about this. I then felt him undo the string of my pants and slide them off slowly along with my panties and then he let his hand that was grabbing up top and started to work to my core. The tears flowed more heavy.

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I sat up from my bed and felt this heavy weight be lifted off my shoulders. My breath was beginning to get heavy but it quickly slowed down. I touched my chest and felt my heart racing faster then anything. I then felt my forehead and it felt sort of warm so I took the covers off and rubbed my face in frustration.

I still had nightmares about him touching me and kissing me. It gave me the chills, it just made my body ache with pain of thinking how he can just touch me whenever he wanted. But luckily I got away before he could ever touch me anymore. I'm still amazed how I got away, but I know one day this will happen again.

I looked over to my red clock and saw that it was only 6:10. I had school today and it wouldn't hurt to get up early. So I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the restroom that connected with my room.

Once I made it in I close the door quietly and locked it just in case. I then went over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I saw that I had dried tear stains under my eyes, I guess I was crying all night again. I just looked away from the mirror, and went over to the shower to start it. when the warm water turned on I stripped down and slipped into the water.

I let the water run over me and engulf me in warmth and safety. I felt present and not alone. I then washed all over my body and cleaned myself for the whole day. once I finished my shower I turned off the water and stepped out of the long glass shower. I grabbed the blue towel and wrapped it around my frail body. I felt a slight shiver go up my spine but quickly ignored it so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable in my own room. I then walked over to the same mirror and looked at myself once again observing my face for any marks left over, but none where. I grabbed my brush from the left top drawer and placed it in my long brown hair, gently stroking it so it wouldn't be in a mess. I then left the restroom and went into my closet picking out my outfit for the day. I felt like a jumper will do today. With my free hand I picked out a dark red jumper with a pair of blue skinny jeans.

I then put my brush down and slip into my soft clothing. I sit down onto my bed and grab my phone to see if I got any messages from twitter or even tumblr. But nothing was there, I felt lonely in the mornings, but I got used to it over the course of the years. I then unplug my phone and get up from my bed and walk over to my cheery wood dresser.

I then place my phone into a black dock and play a song that made me feel a little better, Wake me up.

Something about this song always made me feel better about myself being an outcast in this world. I don't know but I love it a lot.

Anyway, back to business, I picked out a pair of shoes that were the same color of my jumper and slipped them on. I then looked over to my clock and saw that it was only 6:45. Wow I still have some time left, so I decided to lay down and relax for a little bit, before getting up and doing the rest of my morning routine.

I laid in my bed relaxing for a little bit and letting everything take over my body for a slight moment before hearing a slight and quiet knock on my door. I got up quickly and went over to the old oak door. I placed my hand on the old metal doorknob and opened the door to my foster dad.

"Hey I wanted to see if you were up already. I guess you got up early today. Well there's breakfast downstairs if you want any."

I just shook my head and he understood before walking away awkwardly. I closed the door and locked it. I looked at my clock again and it was now 6:59. I just took a deep breath and went over to the restroom to brush my teeth.

-a few minutes later-

It was only 7:04 now so I decided to leave early and walk to school. I then grabbed my bag, headphones, and my phone and leave without saying goodbye.

When I finally left the house I plugged in my headphones and played in the music, I put it up to where I was tuned out of everything, so I heard nothing.

When I finally got to the school I looked up at it and held my breath for a brief moment remembering all the teasing I receive for not talking and having no voice. I then let go of the breath and everything flowed away, I walked into the building and simply ignored everyone who was trying to talk to me. My headphones blocked out everyone so it made it much more easier for me.

I finally made it to the stairs and just ran as fast as I could up them. I then walked fast to my first class and literally just ignored the rush that went through these halls. I finally made it to my first class and saw my teacher was there already so I was safe.

"Good morning Mia."

I just gave her a smile and she returned the favor. Mrs.Hopper, my home room teacher, is the only teacher who practically knows that I don't talk and doesn't force me too. She's my favorite teacher for that and I'm always happy to be in her class, but I'm going to miss her after this year is over.

The bell then rang and everyone stormed in so they wouldn't be late. Well here we go.

- lunch period -

I was sitting at a table with some people I don't even know and I had my headphones in so I wasn't paying attention to anything. I then heard this loud sound, so I took off my headphones and saw that the dean was making an announcement about the upcoming masquerade ball. I wasn't planning on going but my foster mom insisted.

He talked about it for a few minutes and then I completely zoned out. I didn't want to go but my foster mom picked out my dress and said that I was going and that nothing will change her mind. Even if I don't have a date I'm still going. I hated dances so much, but I can't stand up for myself so I'm forced to go in a stupid dress with a stupid mask on my face for the whole thing. But at least I'll get out of the house and away from them for a little bit.

I then got out of my thoughts when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I got scared and closed my eyes quickly. I then felt another tap on my shoulder. So I turned around and saw that it was guy, Liam I think.

"Hey Mia."

I just stared at him, and he had a nice warm smile, so I returned the favor and gave him a slight smile.

"I was wondering if you would go to the ball with me?"

I was amazed that he asked me but I didn't know him that well. And then it hit me maybe he's one if those guy's who ask a nerdy girl out and then hurt them in the end,i couldn't deal with that now, but it's not like I won't have another guy ask me again, so why not I guess.

I looked up at him and nodded my head with a smile. he gave me a smile back and said that he would pick me up around 7. He also gave me his number and he said that later I need to text him my house address so he can pick me up. I can't believe that I actually got a date. Lucky me I guess.

- end of day -

I was walking home in a surprisingly good mood and then I saw Liam, holding hands with another girl. They were interlock and I felt my heart shatter so I just walked the other way from Liam and took the long way home.

I felt so stupid, but I guess I expected it. I am the girl that everyone makes fun of for having no voice, who gets scared easily, who also had no real family. I felt the tears brill up in my eyes but I won't let them fall so I quickly wiped them away and plugged in my headphones once again.

I put on demons by imagine dragons and I put it all the way on high so I wouldn't have to hear anything from anyone.

- just got home -

I ran up to my room and closed the door and locked it quickly so no one would bother me. I took my phone out and texted Liam telling him that I saw him with another girl and that I didn't want to go to the ball with him anymore. He texted me back saying sorry and that he will make it up to me one day and I didn't reply back I just deleted his messages.

I was so upset that I could literally punch a wall a million times. I went into my bed, got a pillow and stuffed it in my face. I silenced my cries and wiped away my tears with the pillow. I hate this world so much.

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Harry's pov:

I was sitting in my living room counting the money that I "collected" from the bank. I made a huge profit from the bank and I didn't leave a single piece of evidence back there. I was proud of myself, but I was thinking about how I turned into this type of person.

I was once this nice, always happy kid and then somehow I turned into this dark person. I don't remember every detail of my life, but I do remember the first kill I ever did.

I was 16, my sister's boyfriend had just beat her and I wanted revenge for her. I remember having so much anger towards him. I wanted to rip him into pieces, rip his heart out and kill him with everything I had, but it all went wrong when my sister came into the picture to stop me. The memory gave me chills sometimes.

Anyway, I went back to counting and realised that I made 20,000£, not bad styles but you can do a little bit better then that. Maybe next time I can get 30,000£. Whatever, I guess it will do for now.

I placed the money back into the bag and pulled out my phone to call Louis.

Ringing

Ringing

Ringing

"Hello."

"Hey Louis it's Harry."

"Oh hey Harold, you wondering about the rich school?"

"Don't call me that and yes I am. Is it ready?"

"Yeah it's ready, we know where it is, we know the pass code to get in, so it's all clear."

"And the cameras?"

"Liam has that under control."

"And when is this stupid dance?"

"This Friday night at 8:00."

"Good. Hopefully nothing will screw us over and ruin everything. And Louis this time I will kill anyone and I mean anyone. I don't care who it is, I will get rid of them no one else."

"Yeah I know styles, that was an accident. It won't happen again I promise on Eleanor's life."

"Good because if it happens again she will be my next victim."

"Don't lay a finger on her finger styles, I swear I will kill you if I have too!"

"Who do you think your talking to, I can kill you right now if I wanted to. You wouldn't know it and no one would because no one would find out, not even the boys."

"Whatever styles."

"That's what I thought. See you Friday Louis."

"Yeah."

I then hung up the phone and threw it to the side of me. I was tired from all of this action that I had this early afternoon.

I then got up from the couch and walked over to the stairs. I went up one step at a time and finally made it up to the second floor. I went to the first door on my right and entered the dark room. I turned the light on with with the switch and saw the room light up, but not by much.

I closed the door behind me and walked over to my bed and the bedside table. I turned the lamp on and saw the picture frame darken a bit. I picked up the frame and held it with my firm hands. I looked at the picture that was once true, but is now and always will be a memory in the clouds. I looked at it once more before placing it face down on the bedside table.

I stretched my neck a bit from side to side and then I took off my shirt. I took off my jeans and slipped into the bed. The old ragged bed sheets snuggled around my frame and I held the sheets close. I felt my cross-necklace slide across my chest and the coolness of it brought chills to my arms. I couldn't stand the chills so I took off my necklace and placed it on the bedside table.

I closed my eyes and began to relax, but my body wouldn't let me so I just sat up and opened the bedside table drawer and picked up a small packet that contained my cocaine. I placed a little bit in my hand and sniffed it up, feeling the rush flow through me. I felt my body feel suddenly alert, and no longer tired.

I sat up from the bed and walked over to my closet, I picked out black jeans and a black shirt. I didn't want to blend in with the walls so I put on a darkish red plaid shirt. I then slipped on my black loafers and grabbed the small packet just in case I needed more.

I then went downstairs, grabbed my keys and wallet and left my flat, driving to the nearest club that I could find.

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- at some random club -

I was roaming the hot crowded club searching for my next victim, and then I spotted her. She had long blond hair, she was skinny, tall, and yet lonely. I then put on a smirk and walked up to this girl. I tapped her on the shoulder and she gave me a slight smile, she's definitely my next victim.

"Hi."

"You wanna drink?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks."

We both then walked over to the bar and I bought the lovely girl a few drinks, just to make sure she would melt in my hands instantly.

Once I made sure she wouldn't be able to do anything within my grip I took her into my arms and took her out of this place, and somewhere were they wouldn't hear us, my flat.

When we finally got to my flat I rushed her inside and locked up my whole flat so she wouldn't escape and have anyone come in while I 'took care' of her. I placed her on my bed and took her life into my own hands.

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I did my final thrust into her and she moaned one more time before resting her head back into the pillow. I pulled myself out and rested right next to her gathering my breath before finishing my job.

I then sat up slipped on my boxers and went over to my closet grabbing my weapon for the final of this. I looked at her and placed the gun at her chest, where her heart was currently beating. I looked at the blond girl and observed every detail of her face before seeing her blue eyes look at me with shock. She opened her mouth and was about to scream, but I finished her with the bullet going through her heart killing her instantly.

When she died her eyes closed and she laid in my bed dead, and I felt the rush flow through me and everything felt alert. I placed the gun down on the bedside table and grabbed her frail body. I wrapped her body in a bag that I had in my closet, ready for my next victim, and dragged it downstairs.

I put some clothes on along with a mask and grabbed my things before leaving my flat with the body in the boot of my car ready to be burned.

- field outside of London -

I was in the middle of the field with the bonfire ready to go, all I had to do was place the body in the fire and light it. So I did and watched the fire bloom into a huge flame from the fresh flesh that was burning within. I watched it burn until it burned down slowly with not a single bit of light left in it.

Once it was over I picked up the bag and left without any trace left. I felt my heart rushing and I felt the pleasure run through me like it did every time I did this.

I smiled to myself satisfied with what I did, a fresh new murder without any evidence, just how I loved it.

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