I walk down the street my head hanging low, people is looking weird at me; it is summer 30 degrees, and I am wearing a black long sleeved t-shirt and black skinny jeans. They can't know my secret, it's ours, nobody has to know about it. It's to dangerous. It will just go wrong again.
I don't wanna think about it now. I was so close to walk past Café Lessie, but I was fast and took a sharp turn. I walk into the cafe. it's my absolute favorite place, you can get the best coffee! Plus they always have the best environment. If I'm stressed about school or just wanna forget everything, I always go to this places, cause it makes me calm. Just me and my coffee, that's life. But of course when the glass is empty, the real world has to hit me in the head. Then I usually go home to eat my dinner all alone.
" A cup of coffee please" nervous I fumble with my necklace, the lady takes my order. No problems. The little silver cross is in between my thump and pointer. The lady comes back with a cup that's steaming hot smoke.
"Here you go" she hands me the cup. "That's 3$." I have the money ready and place them on the counter. I take the coffee to the back of the café.
Summer is the best time of the year, the sun is almost up all the time, there's onæy a few hours of complete darkness. I always feel more like me wen the sun is up. I'm not me when the sun goes down, I'm different.
I take a sip of my coffee, it's taste like it always do, sharp and lovely.
My school is only two blocks from here, our class got dismissed, I needed some peach so I went here. It's pretty hard going there, especially when my 5 friends and boy- ex-boyfriend went there. Went as in past tense. They all died in an accident. An awful accident. An accident we can't speak about.
No one from the school comes here, they don't really know about this café, they all go to the Café Modern. Like the name says, it's pretty modern, there isn't any waitresses, but small screens at every table, were you order. when your order is done your screen will ring, and you can walk up to counter and get your drink. It may be smart and faster, but the atmosphere isn't the same. Everything is white and controlled, while here everything is a comfy color of brown, the benches and tables is made of wood, and then of course there's these lovely soft pillows you sit on.
+ There aren't nobody judging you, looking down on you or talks about you behind your back. You just sit down and enjoy your drink, without sideways glances by irritating students.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, it's a message from my work. I'm a cashier. It's not the best job, but you take what you can get. The house need to be paid. There's no help to find when you don't have parents. Everyone says that I never have had anyone before they found me. But i don't believe them. I still remember tiny bits from when i was little. It's not much but enough. I know they were there, they have always been there. After all I still have the necklace they found with me. It's also the only prove I have. it's my precious property. That silver cross means the world to me. I don't care if it's pure silver. My name is in graved on the side of the cross. Zayn it reads. Oh the message! Almost forgot it.
"Can you work tonight from 17-23?" After sunset...
"I'm sorry, I can't" I write back, I can't be out after sunset. It's to dangerous.
I take a sip of my coffee, but there's nothing left. sighing I take my bag and walk out on the street. The sun is hidden behind a cloud, so it's not that hot anymore.
"I'm home!"" I yell when I have locked myself into the house, nobody answers, like always, I place myself in the couch and turn on the TV, but nothing interesting is on so I shut it off again. Bored I look at the clock, 5 pm, so dinner would make a good excuse of the boredom. A sandwich and a glass of milk later, I sit in front of the TV waiting for my watch to tell me it's time.
Exactly at 10 pm it bibs, an hour before sunset. I move to the bathroom, where I brush my teeth. I throw my shirt on the floor, my reflection is awful, I never really liked my body. It's full of memories, bad memories. For every scar is there a memory, a memory that is standing all clear for my mind. it want leave me alone. I can't do anything else than accept it. I take off my pants. More scars are visible. I hurry to take on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. The people who live here before used to put a straitjacket on me, but I can't get one on now. No one can help me with it, they're ll dead. It was your own fault! STOP IT! He'll soon be here, I got to hurry.
I get down in the basement. It's dark and cold. The darkness surrenders me, here's no light, It's not needed. the only furniture down here is a madras; my bed. it lays in the middle of the room, right under the wall, from here hangs a pair of iron chains, it's 5 inches thick. At the end of the chains is two handcuffs. They are big enough so I can take my hands through them. Nothing else would hold him, I have to this every night. I don't wanna see more dead bodies. Carefully I lay back on the madras and wait for the sun to wave it's last goodbye.
You're mine! An enormous warm pain creates in my chest, it feels like fire with out control. the warmth continues out in my arms, my muscles burns in pain, a scream fight it's way out of my mouth, my muscles and bones grows 2 times it's normal size, and is now crushed by the handcuffs. The pain continues out ti my legs, where they also become 2 times bigger. Last it the pain takes over my head, yet another scream breaks free, my teeth turns into a predators. the pain is too pain full, I blackout, everything is black. The last I hear is a creepy laughter, but the laughter is coming from my own mouth...
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If you haven't noticed this chapter is in Zayns POV, I might do some of Nialls in chapter 2! :D
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