Sequel to Rebel.
Life's changed for Chantelle. No longer having Zayn tease her. Louis never cracking another joke to make her smile. The only time she sees them are in her night terrors. Night after night, they get worse and worse. It's the same dream and everyone thinks she's gone mad. She thinks the complete opposite and thinks the boys are playing a few pranks. Things get serious when she start to hallucinate and everyone begins to worry . They send her to a mental facility that would help her, but does it really help? Or is it the final straw before she finally cracks? Losing all sanity to the point where she is a danger to herself and others around her?

Find out in Human.


1. Chapter One

"Chance why didn't you help me?" Zayn frowned at me. "We were buried alive." Louis frowns too. They continue to step closer, I back away. They were dead. No way was this happening. My back hit the wall hard. I fell to the floor, my eyes shut. This isn't real. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up slowly. It was Louis. He had a sick smirk. "Remember this place?" Zayn said. I looked around. We were in a cemetery. I stood up as they led me past the headstones. We stopped in front of three.

Louis Tomlinson

Zayn Malik

Chantelle Styles

My heart began racing, my body tensed and I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat. I turned around to meet their smirks. "Welcome home." Zayn laughed and pushed me in the hole. I screamed as my back hit the hard earth. I couldn't move and I knew something had gone terribly wrong. They began to throw dirt in the hole. I wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't. Tears rolled down my cheek as the dirt covered me. I breathed through my nose until it was no longer possible. I shut my eyes, this was a tragic end for me. Buried alive. I wasn't even dead. I didn't belong here. But yet, Here I am. Goodbye W-

"Chance wake up!" Liam screamed. I opened my eyes. Everyone seemed to be in my room. I lifted a shaky hand to my hair. "What was it about this time sweetie?" Sandra sighed, sitting beside me, her arm around my shoulder. I laid my head on her shoulder. "They buried me alive and I couldn't scream for help." Harry shook his head. "That's the third time this week." He mumbled. "Baby girl you know these are dreams right? They can't hurt you." Liam assured me. I shook my head. "It was so real though." I explained. "Maybe we need to get you some help. Like a ther-" I cut my dad off. "I'M NOT CRAZY!" I screamed, I ran out of my room grabbing the car keys. Liam followed behind. "Chance stay! You're putting yourself in danger!" Liam screamed from the front door. Harry pushed him aside but he was too late I was strapped in and the doors were locked.

"Chantelle Sarah Styles get out of that car right now." I started the car, my hands on the wheel. "TURN THE CAR OFF!" He screamed. I put it into reverse and backed away. Drive, and drove away from him.


I stuck my hands into the pockets of my onesie pulling the hood up. The grass was wet against my bare feet. I walked past the many gravestones till I found who I was looking for. I sat down in front of the two newly buried graves. "Why do you guys keep doing this?" I started. "I get it. It's my fault you're dead, if I were you I'd probably drive the person who put me where I was mad. But I know I'm not crazy." I run my shaky hands through my hair. "I'm completely stable. I don't know why everyone is worrying about me cause it's just you guys having a little fun." I played with the grass below me.

"Hey I know you guys are listening in heaven and stuff so tell me, am I crazy?" I bit my lip. "Everyone thinks I need to talk about my feelings like they did with that dumb psychologist but I don't need to cause I'm perfectly fine. I haven't cried once. Doesn't mean I don't miss you guys, it's just that when I do feel like crying nothing comes and I feel numb. Also kinda stupid for just wanting to cry. I find it weird that I can open up to you both now that you're not physically here. You find that weird too right?" I felt something wet fall onto my hand. They came down like hard bullets and before I knew it I was soaked to the bone. "Hey, I better go. I'm sorry I didn't bring you any flowers. I just kinda rushed out here. You can clearly see by my bare feet." I joke.

Niall's POV

I walked downstairs to find everyone pacing and mumbling things, trying to calm each other down. "What's going on?" I ask. "Chance ran off, and it's raining buckets and the roads are dangerous at times like this. She didn't leave the house in the right state of mind." I didn't feel scared for her. All I felt was hatred. She was the reason Louis and Zayn were killed. If she hadn't put herself with that messed up Aussie then they'd still be alive. I'll never forgive her for not only killing my best mates but shattering my dreams. I hoped for only the worse for her right now. Get into an accident with a truck. Walking back to the car and get hit by one. I don't know, just anything that could help her face the same fate as the boys did.

It must have been terrible, dying in such a pain. I didn't even get to say goodbye. The worst part was, she never apologized for this. Never once did she say I'm sorry for killing your dreams or killing your best bros. she never did and probably never will. I hate her for that. I know that hate is a strong word meaning that you would kill, I would, I would kill her if it meant getting the boys back. I'd do anything to get them back. I need them back.

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