Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.


12. Nightmares.

Marcel's P.O.V
I was driving along the motorway behind the ambulance, weaving in and out of cars. My whole body shook with anger, and my hands were gripped firmly around the steering wheel; so tight my knuckles went white. I didn't take my eyes off the ambulance in front of me, careful not to fall to far behind. I hope Kyra is going to be ok. I'm sure she will be, right? Just her leg. Thank god it was just her leg, and not her chest. This is all my fault.   If I would have been quicker getting Kyra out, or getting out the window, Harry wouldn't have caught me, and Kyra would never have come back to get me. I'm always messing up. No wonder I always get bullied. Finally, I arrived at the hospital. I quickly parked my car, and ran over to the medics that were wheeling Kyra into the hospital.
"Is she OK?" I asked frantically. The medic spun round. I must've made him jump.
"She has lost a lot of blood. She will have to have a blood transfusion and stitches in that gash, but otherwise, she is doing great." The medic smiled at me, before running into the hospital to catch up with the others. I ran in after him. They had already taken her in. I ran over to the reception desk.
"E-Excuse me?" I whispered.
"Yes?" Replied the lady, looking over the top of her glasses.
"What room is Kyra Davies in?" I asked. She looked across at a piece of paper, then back at me.
"Room 392." She replied blankly, looking back at her computer screen. I muttered a 'thanks' and made my way to room 392.

Kyra's P.O.V
I was in a strange room. Where was I? People were hooking machines and drips to me. What happened?
"It's alright hun, we are just giving you blood." One of the nurses said. I got even more confused then.
"Why? What happened?" I asked.
"Ah, you probably wont remember. You got stabbed. By Harry?" She explained. Suddenly everything came flooding back. Harry, the kidnapping..Marcel.
"Where's my friend, Marcel?" I asked, beginning to panic.
"Hey, calm down love. He should be here any minute."  The nurse smiled at me, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I smiled and sank down into my bed, feeling more calm knowing Marcel was alright. Suddenly, the door burst open and Marcel came running in. I shot up in my bed and held my arms out for a hug.
"Kyra! Are you ok?" Marcel asked, pulling away from our hug.
"I'm fine! Just a little weak!" I smiled weakly. 
"Thank god you're ok!" Marcel smiled.
"Marcel, thank you so much for helping me. If you weren't there, god knows what he would have done to me, I would have still been there now, suffering. So thank you so much." I smiled. He sat on the edge of my bed, so I leaned in and kissed his cheek to say thanks. Marcel blushed, and I started laughing at how cute he was.
"No Kyra, thank you. Without you, I would have still been in there, he would've killed me if you weren't there. You're the bestest friend I could've asked for." He smiled.
"Marcel, bestest isn't a word." I laughed.
"Great, Kyra! Way to kill the moment!" Marcel laughed.
"Sorry." I smiled. 
"Marcel, you need to leave now, visiting time is over." One of the nurses told him, ushering him out the door.
"Bye Ky! See you tomorrow!" He shouted over his shoulder.
"Bye Mars!" I yelled quietly.

Closer he came. His hot breath on the back of my neck. I spun round to see his evil smirk, and those deadly lips inches from mine. He placed his hands round my neck and backed me into the hospital wall. How did he get here? Why is he still here? I tried screaming, but nothing left my lips. I choked and spluttered, and looked into his evil, menacing eyes.
"W-What do you want?" I whispered, choking and spluttering.
"You." He replied simply. "But darling, you're difficult. Think you own the town. Well darling, that's about to change. I own the town, not you." A smirk grew across his face. Then I saw it. The knife. Shining in the moonlight that was flooding into the room. He plunged it towards me. I screamed.

I shot up in my bed. Beads of sweat were dripping down my forehead, my breathing heavy. I searched my room frantically, expecting Harry to jump out at me any second. But nothing came. I relaxed back down into my bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Harry. I can't live like this. He's taking over my life.

Marcel's P.O.V
I laid in bed thinking about earlier. A smile grew across my face, just thinking about her. She gave me a kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek. I've had a crush on Kyra for ages, but she'd never go out with a nerd like me. It breaks my heart to see her like this. Maybe if she doesn't want a nerd, I'll change for her.

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