Soul Mates Two (One Direction Fan Fiction)

The sequel to soul mates. It's an one direction fan fiction, I hope you like it. The finale is here to soul mates, is love strong enough to remain strong in the battle. Kayleigh and Niall, will these two soul mates remain together? Will Kayleigh and Niall reunite once more? Will love triumph over all?

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9. Chapter Nine-Memories And My Life

Sebastien P.O.V

I clenched my hands tightly. How could Kayleigh leave me? Me. I loved her more than anything. Suddenly flash backs came to me. Horrific ones of Kayleigh and me.

 

"Why me? Why ruin my life?" she shouted, glaring at me with a lot of hate and scary horrific pain.

She scared me. She looked like she hated me, and that she could never love me. No matter what she did? She did not love me. She stares at me, her teeth snapping at me, her shiny glossy long brown hair flying in the wind, her beautiful warm eyes not warm anymore, but twinkled with hate. I had never seen her like this. I had never seen her upset. I took a step back in fear.

"You make me remember" I confess, tears brimming in my eyes, I look very sad and scared, she looked so much like Emma. The same warm brown eyes, the same shiny glossy long brown hair. The same personality, the same anger, and love. She made me remember all the good times I had with Emma. She filled my heart.

"Tell me" she asks slowly, looking at me with her beautiful warm brown eyes curiously.

I could see she wanted to know. She was very curios just like my love Emma had been, curious and beautiful. She had a presence that attracted me, just like Emma's had been and still probably was. I really missed Emma, but with Kayleigh here, she made me smile with joy, and washed away all the pain and scars, and filled me with a beautiful presence. Like I was happy, like I was flying, and nothing could hurt me. I wanted to feel like that always. I never wanted to tell anyone, and still don't of what I had been through. I knew they would just be sad for me, feel pity for me, or won't care. I did not want anyone else to cry for me. All these years, I had never told a soul, even though the longing to, grows bigger with each year. I recall the powerful events, and begin my tale. I finish my extremely sad and pathetic life story. I had to tell someone my life story. Every day I felt the powerful urge to replay my life story to someone, confess the horrific tale of my past and childhood. My throat thickens tightly. I try to calm down myself, to not cry. I take a deep breath calming myself, all the pressure on my shoulders lifted, relief fills me. I sweat like a dog, sweat trickles down my face. I wipe it with the back of my hand. Now I knew someone who really knew my true sad life story. A tale that would be passed down between generations, it would not be forgotten now. Tear trickles down my face slowly and gently that splashes gently down my face and to the cold hard wooden floor. I keep both of my hands together, trying not to fidget with them, or to wipe my tears. That would make it even more like I was crying, and had a sad pathetic horrific childhood that would haunt me forever, leaving all it's scars and pains in my life, forever. I suddenly feel very sad and alone, and cold. I just wanted someone to hug me, to comfort me, to wipe all the scars of my life, to stop all the pain in my life. A cold thrilling presence fills me. I wanted someone to love me. I had lived my whole life alone and being miserable, never smiling.  I had no one, no one to love me. No one to care for me, to lend me a shoulder to cry on, no one to love me, and make me smile. I glance at Kayleigh up and down. She blushes when she notices me watching her, a warm pink colour fills her cheek, making her look even more beautiful then ever. She looks at me her eyes with intense pain and sorrow and then begins to say something and then stops, afraid. Tears stream down her perfect angelic face, gently splashing on the cold hard wooden floor. Someone really felt my pain; they were really touched with my story and felt really sad for me. But I did not need anyone pity. I had to say sorry to Kayleigh. I had because of being myself, kidnapped her from her true love and soul mate, and kidnapped her to me. A sentence she told me before runs through my vein.

"Did you think just because you kidnapped me that I would love you? I will never love you, for as long as you live. Until my heart stops beating that will be when you can ever touch me. I will never love you, for as long as you live. Even if you touch me, I will only think of my one and truly love and soul mate Niall. He is the only one I can love and always will. You make me sick, Sebastien Charles. Because of you being cold blooded, and horrible you kidnap me, because your whole life has been a sad tale, well guess what Mr. Sebastien Charles. You make me sick. You make all the fury and fire burn in me, and want to destroy you. You should be given with a lot of pain and suffering. I hate you". I should just of let her go. I was using her for my own goods, because I was a pathetic and sad loser, who loved no one. Suddenly I remember a girl who I kidnapped me, but I let her go two weeks later.

I watch her with intense love, her name as beautiful as the deep blue sea, a girl who I would give a thousand pearls to, and then adore her gold jewellery. Her manes of glossy shiny russet brown hair, around her face and reaches to her slender waist. Her powerful brown eyes stare at me with intense hate, and regret, scaring me.

"Why me? Why? What did I do to you?" She asks.

Her name was Erin, a beautiful name indeed. I had met her in a park, she was swinging slowly and gently, her warm brown eyes twinkling with joy, her mane of russet brown hair flying in the wind, the tree's dances and she smiled. That was when I had decided immediately she would be my new beloved Emma. She would replace her in my heart, and fill all the holes and scars in my life. 

"What do you mean my beloved Erin, I will give you the whole world, I would carve a gold statue in your name, but just stay with me. Stay with me my beloved and never leave. Don't go. I don't want you to leave me. I do not want to be sad no longer. I want you to love me. I want you to fill my world with a beautiful colourful rain, and shine a shining bright ray of sunshine in my dull life.

"You make me sick you stupid Sebastien Charles. Do you really think that because of you being a pathetic orphan I would care, and love you. I will never love you Sebastien Charles. I hate you with so much anger, I want to destroy you, and watch you cry. You deserve what happened in your past and more. I hate you, you took my beloved Stuart from me. I loved him, and was going to marry him, but because of you. My wedding stopped. I hate you, and always will. You deserve to die" Erin shouts, angrily, her voice echoing around the room.

I shake the memory away. Its horrifying presence fills me. Did I really deserve what happened? Did I really deserve to die? My heart races rapidly like running a marathon.

"That was the end of my story, I am so sorry, I truly am for kidnapping you, for taking you away from your soul mate Niall. From your family. I am so sorry, so sorry Kayleigh. I knew I should not have done it, it was wrong and horrid. Just because I had no one. I felt jealous of Niall he had family, friends, but most of all you. I just wanted someone else to fill the space in my heart, fill the hole my heart, to love me, but now I know you never can." I began, tears trickling down my face.

She gestured for me to come closer. I walked towards her slowly, then crouched beside her, and look  at her warm brown twinkling  eyes that brimmed with tears, and tucks a stand of her brown hair lovingly. Then I untie the rope. She gets my wrists out of the ropes, and looks at it. She frowns at me, trying not to cry. I looked at my wrists, and frowned with sorrow then kissed them. Suddenly the red lines vanished. Did I really do that to her. I was a monster, a horrific terrifying monster, and I hurt her. She had every right to hurt me

"I know sorry is not enough for kidnapping you for a month, but still I am so sorry. I know you hate me but, I really am, and I know that you could never love me, or never care. I mean who would love a sad ugly horrid orphan like me" I continued.

"Sorry" I whispered, tears trickling down my face, I looks at her with my coal black eyes, and then know what she see's. A young child being broken and hurt, being abandoned as a child. Being all alone, and without any love. A child no one had cared for. A child who had wished to die, and release from all this pain and misery, just be free and happy. Tears trickle down my face. I try to stop crying, but can't.

She wiped my tears, and brushed a strand of my coal black hair, and then kissed me. I felt something.  I felt like a ray of sunshine had engulfed me, ridding my world of darkness. I wrap my arms around her waist. I felt like I was flying, happiness forever. Like I was going through a beautiful colourful rainbow. I hold her tight in a embrace, and I deepened the kiss, losing myself to her. She made me feel, loved, she made me feel cared. She healed all the scars and pain in my life, making me smile with joy.

"I will let you go" I tell her.

I had to let her go. She had to be happy, and I knew that she was perfectly happy with that Niall. He made her smile, and that was all that made me smile.

"Even though I am an orphan, and all sad and alone. I need you to be free and happy. I need you to be with your soul mate, and be happy" I tell her.

Kayleigh soon to be Horan or maybe not P.O.V

"I will let you go" he tell me.

What I did not want to go? I wanted to stay right here, with my beautiful beloved Sebastien. I loved him, more then anything. He was the one that filled my missing piece. When I was with him, I felt like I was flying, with so much happiness. I felt like I was going through a beautiful colourful rain. Like I was engulfed with a shining bright ray of sunshine. Like I was making someone happy. I was filling, a empty hole for someone. I was shining bright in to someone life.

"Even though I am an orphan, and all sad and alone. I need you to be free and happy. I need you to be with your soul mate, and be happy" He tell me, trying not to cry, he looked at my arms with so much love.

He was an orphan too, just like me. I remember the pain of being an orphan. Of being all alone, and having no one to go. No one to love me, no one to care for me. I remember one day my parents were there, the next they were gone.

I hold my parent's finger. One hand in my father's hand, the other in my mother's. They smile at me kindly. I knew they loved me. I was their diamond, and they loved me very much. They told me that every day. The wind whistles menacingly, and the tree's dance like they are in a trance or a spell. My father tucks a strand of my mother's long glossy brown hair, her warm brown eyes melt and twinkle when they look at my mum.

"I love you my sweet beautiful Kayleigh, and I love your gorgeous mother too" my father exclaims, grinning happily.

"And I love you two my beautiful baby girl Kayleigh, and your handsome father too" my mother repeats, smiling.

"Mom, I am not a baby, but I am beautiful" I exclaim, my warm brown eyes twinkling.

My parents laugh, and ruffle my russet glossy long brown hair that reaches my waist.

"You are both of our special and unique princess, and we always will love you very much. You mean the world to both of us, and make us smile. You are the connection that brings us together, and we love you very much" my mother exclaims, kissing my forehead.

"It is true my sweet Kay Bear, even if we are not here, you must know we still love you, and watch you every day, and our blessings are always with you. Whatever you do, we are always with you" my father tells me, kissing my cheek.

The horrible next day that changed my life forever:

I remember sitting in my English class. I had the most lovely teacher. Her name was Miss. Ivory and she was really nice, and a loving teacher. She had beautiful long glossy blonde hair, and beautiful bright blue sapphire eyes. She smiles at me kindly. I was the teacher's pet, and she loved me like I was her child. I loved her next after my parents.

Suddenly a teacher walks in. I look and see Mr. King, our head teacher.

"Who do you want sir?" Miss Ivory asks kindly, in her musical voice.

"Miss Kayleigh West" the head teacher asks.

Every one looks at me. I stand up embarrassed and walk towards  the head teacher. My heart pounds rapidly like running a marathon, and sweat trickles down my face. Mr. King takes me outside the class to his room, and then forces a smile for me.

"I am so sorry Kayleigh, but your parents are dead, they died in a car accident you have to live with your uncle now" Mr. King says kindly.

"Noooooo!, I want my mommy and daddy" I wail like a baby, tears trickling down my face, and splashing gently on the floor. I shake my head up and down angrily.

Suddenly I spot my uncle, he was my dad's brother, and his name was Charlie. His brown hair sticking to his head, he smiles kindly at me with his warm brown eyes, tears splashing down his cheek. I run to him, and cry in his shoulder.

"Unky, tell me they are lying" I ask, my voice filled with hope, maybe the head teacher was lying, and I was just in a middle of a prank

My parents could not be dead. I remember seeing them this morning; they kissed my forehead, and wished me luck in school. They can't be gone.

"I am so sorry baby, but they are not" my uncle replies, shattering my hope.

I remember crying out, and telling my best friend. Her name was Anna Louise Carter, she had lovely blonde hair like Miss. Ivory, and sparkling blue eyes.

"My parents are dead!" I cry.

"What!" Anna Louise Carter, my best friend exclaims.

By the end of the day, the truth had gone down the school. People either laughed at me, felt pitied for me, or just teased me. The person I thought would be there for me, and lend me a shoulder to cry on.

"Ha-ha. Your parents are dead. You are just a ugly horrid orphan" Anna Louise Carter begins.

"Stop it, I thought you were my friend" I shout.

"Friend, ha-ha. Who would be friend with you?" she laughs. Her gang of rich girls laugh with her.

"You were my friend though" I mutter.

"Never, you are a sick ugly brat, your parents probably killed them self, so they would not need to see your sick horrifying face" Anna Louis Carter shouts.

I swing my hand at her, and slap her right in the cheek, grimacing angrily, the anger and hate burned in me. How dare she say that? My parents did not die because of me. They loved me. That was the day I realized the true face of my so called friend."

I wipe the tear that trickled down my face. I remember watching children holding their parent's hand, enjoying their childhood with their parents. My uncle was nice. But he could not replace my parent no matter what he did. My cousin tried her best, and became my best friend and sister. But no matter what. She could not fill the hold in my heart.

I look at Sebastien with tears. He was an orphan just like me. He understood my pain, he knew the pain, and felt it clearly. He was the other piece of me, and I love him so much. He makes my heart beat, he makes me smile. I think I am in love with Sebastien Charles.

"I am an orphan too" I exclaim.

"You are" he exclaims back.

I explain him my parent's dead, and then look at him. He holds my hand.

"I am so sorry" he whispers.

"Me too, I won't let you go. I won't leave you" I tell him, my voice loud and clear.

I can't leave him. He was just like me. An orphan. A child whose parents had been dragged from him. I hug him tight, tears streaming down my face, and land on his shoulder.

"I love you Sebastien Charles, and always want to be with you. You are the only one who understands, and I can't leave you, ever. I love you very much" I confess, rubbing his back.

"Forever" Sebastien Charles asked, joining hands with me.

"Forever" I chorused, telling the truth to the world, loud and clear, our voice echoing around the room, telling the whole world the truth, for everyone to hear loud and clear.

Did Kayleigh only like me, because I was just an orphan like her? Whether, she had her friends and her family, full of her loved ones. I was all alone. Cold. Abandoned. Alone. I thought with Kayleigh in my life, she would fill the gap, the whole in my heart. But she also left me. How could she? How could she just trick me? How could she leave me all alone? How could she pretend to love me, and then leave me? What did I not have which that stupid famous pop star Niall did? But most of all what hurt me was the most, was how Kayleigh had pretended to like me, pretended to love me, and then had just left me without a single word. If she really did not like me, she could of just told me. Then, after that I would have just let her go. No matter how hard it hard I would have let her go. But she left me, playing with my heart, and toying with me. Did she only think of me as a toy? A toy she could play with. How dare she?

A flash back came to me, when I thought Kayleigh was special, that she loved me, what a fool I had been. The flash back was when I was upset, when I had been broken and shattered. Just before I realized how much I loved Kayleigh.

I sit in the living room, on the plush satin purple sofa. I button my clean blue shirt up to my collar, and then walk towards the glistening mirror. I see my reflection, my reflection of a young handsome cool guy, with cool wet coal black hair plastered to my head, my black eyes piercing at the mirror. The shower had just broken today. Stupid shower. One minute it was warm hot water splashing on to my skin, the next, ice cold really freezing water trickling down the stupid shower. I take out my perfume from the cupboard, and spray it on to me. Then inhale deeply, a wonderful nice smell of beautiful tulips and fresh daisies like in the summer. I then walk towards the sofa, and land gracefully on it, and pick the black remote control, and click on the red power button. The television snaps open, the white light blinding me. I look at the channel that is groan and then groan with frustration it was just some boring mortal show called East Enders, so boring. I change the channel with a push of a button, and then sigh bored to see it i just some boring game show, then change the channel again, feeling very bored, then moan angrily it was just a stupid mortal romance film. After going through another two hundred and seventy five channels, I throw the television remote right into the air. I watch it smash it something. Just great.

"After going through two hundred and seventy five channels, possibly two hundred and seventy eight  or maybe seventy nine channels you expect at least one good thing to be on, god, what a waste of television and money" I groan, then walk towards the remote control that lays on the floor, hitting something on the way.

I wonder what I broke now. Not that I cared anyway. It was not my fault that the old boring stupid television had nothing good on. I mean I paid good money for it monthly, and so I did for the shower. It was not my fault I had a cold freezing shower, was very tired, and had nothing good to do. Stupid day! Today was not my day; I was seriously angry, and bored. I wipe a sweat that trickles down my face, and then look to see a beautiful silver photo frame lying on the floor, beside thousand of silver glass pieces. I shove the silver glass pieces to a side, trying not to prick myself and then picture and turn it around so I can see it. I gasp in shock, when I see the picture, my heart pounds rapidly. I gasp in shock. The picture is of me, a slightly younger looking me, still looking handsome as I am now, in fact maybe I was more handsome then, me grinning happily at the camera, a bunch of candy floss in my mouth. Now I don't smile, but those days I used to smile every day, being happy and me. Beside me is a beautiful brown haired woman with long hair, elegantly wrapped in a bun. She sticks her tongue right to the camera, holding on to a piece of candy floss. Her warm brown eyes melting my heart, as she stares at the camera, blushing. I turn around the photo to see the names written in black ink on them:

Sebastien Charles and his beautiful girlfriend Emma having a exciting day at the fun fair xxx Sebastien Charles am so in love.

I flip the photo around and look carefully, and then stare hard into the picture. Tears brimming in my eyes, tears trickle down my face and splash on to the photo. I remember this day, it was exactly five years ago, five years ago. I remember that day at the fun fair, and that memory would never fade away.

 

I run into the fun fair with my girlfriend Emma, my arm wrapped around her slender perfect waist. She tosses her long perfect brown hair at me, and then smiles happily, then winks at me. The loud noise of the fun fair roaring happily around us. Young children's running on to the rides, their parents running slowly after them. Young babies crying. Young couples like me and Emma, holding each others hand, and staring at each other, with love in their eyes.

"I had a happy beautiful day with you Sebastien and a brilliant seventeen birthdays" Emma thanks me.

"You will have a billion special birthday's Emma, as long as you are with me, do you want some delicious pink candyfloss" I ask her smiling happily at her, enjoying the day.

"Yes please, candyfloss. I love them" Emma exclaims.

We walk towards the candyfloss stall. The owner a woman probably in her early forties, with black hair with a few strands of white smiles at us happily.

"Would you like some candyfloss children" the owners asked.

"Two packets please" I answer.

"Two pounds" the woman replies, she takes out two big packets of candyfloss and hands them to me and Emma. I give the woman a five pound note. The woman goes to give me three pound change, but I shake my head telling her to keep it.

"Have fun children, remain happy and healthy as you are now, together forever" the woman praises us, her brown eyes twinkling with happiness towards us.

We keep walking around the fun fair, taking a taste of the candyfloss.

"It's delicious right" I ask Emma, she smiles cheerfully at me, tossing her silky brown hair in my face.

"Super, it feels like I am on cloud nine, I love candyfloss and I love you Sebastien" Emma tells me.

I tuck a strand of her glossy brown hair, and then melt under her warm brown eyes, and resist kissing her in public.

"I love you too very much" I mumble.

Suddenly a photographer, walks towards us and then smiles happily, a massive grin plastered on his face. He looks to be about twenty five, with faded blonde hair; he looks at me then at Emma, then rubs nervously at his eye.

"Would you and your girlfriend like to have a picture taken" the photographer asks, pointing at us and then to his camera.

"No thanks we are ok" I begin to say.
"Please, have a picture I will make sure you both look fantastic" the photographer praises.

"Come on let's have a picture" Emma pleads.

"Fine, one" I answer.

We stand back, I wrap my arms around Emma, and she smiles happily at me. The photographer smiles, signalling the photo to be taken.

"I love you so much" Emma whispers to me, kissing my cheek then looking back into the camera, as the camera flashes.

I hold the photo to my heart, and begin to cry. How could have things went so wrong when things were going so right. I was happy, and thought we would be, together forever. Suddenly another image comes to me.

I get a text from Emma to meet me her immediately. I grab my green coat, and run to her house.  Even though it was very late. The rain pouring heavily on to me like cats and dogs, the wind whistles, and the tree's dance. I finally reach Emma's house. My heart races fast, pounding rapidly. I take a deep breathe, trying to calm down myself and ring on Emma's door. She opens the door, dressed in her pyjamas. Emma's mascara running down her face, she forces a smile when she see's me, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Emma what happened that you had to call me now, why are you crying?" I asked.

Emma just stood their, trembling with fear. Why didn't she answer? What had happened? I needed to now.

"Tell me Emma I need to know" I tell her.

"I am so sorry Sebastien, but we need to break up" she tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask with concern.

"I'm sorry but it's over" Emma tells me.

Why does she say that? Normally the guy tells the girl. not the other way around. We were so happy why?

"Why? Please tell me, is it my fault, did I do anything wrong" I ask.

"No! Don’t blame yourself Sebastien, it was my fault, my mistake, I cheated on you, I am pregnant now" Emma whispers slowly, then looks right into my eyes.

"What!" I whisper, through tears.

"Sebastien please don't cry, I am so sorry" Emma whispers trying to calm me down.

Suddenly a guy steps out behind Emma, and kisses her forehead, he looks at me crying then shrugs, like he doesn't know what is going on, and does not care.

"How could you Emma, to me, I thought you loved me, I thought we would be together forever, why me?" I ask trembling, my throat thickening, tears brim in my eyes. I wipe a tear that trickled down my face, hoping this to be a horrible nightmare, and to wake up and none of this to me true.

"I am so sorry" Emma repeats, trembling.

"Sorry won't make it better, I hate you Emma, I never want to see your face again" I shout, running out, tears splashing down my face.

"Sebastien I am so sorry" I hear Emma cry loudly, her voice echoing down the streets. As I run down the streets heart broken, and scared, losing the one and only love I ever had.

 

I collapse on the floor, my fingers tightening. I clutch tightly on to the photo and lay it in the floor. Tears trickling down my face. I thought I would forget her. But I can't, because I still love her. I try and shake my head away from the memory, and continue crying.  I could never throw away this picture, this was the only way I could see her. See how things had been before. I had been handsome, kind, clever and had the most beautiful loving girlfriend in the world, and I thought I would remain happy forever. I used to think people were jealous of me. Now I am jealous of young couples like Kayleigh and Niall who are so in love, and so happy, and would be happy together. That is why I had to stop their happiness. I knew that one second I would never forget her ever, and that Kayleigh was mine. Kayleigh would fill the hole Emma left me, and fill it up with love and never let me cry ever again. I would be happy too. I would be happy just as I was before. I would never be sad again. I would be loved, I would have someone who would miss me if I left, someone who I would leave a mark in. Someone who would share my pain, and sorrow, and share the unhappiness I went through. Then I think to Niall. He would be just like me, sad, lonely, unhappy, always wanting to kill himself. Losing the one you love the most is the one thing that you can't over come; it will stay in your life forever. I grimaced happily, wiping the tears. I would cry no longer. I would not cry ever again.

I pick up the silver glass pieces from the floor, and throw them in the bin. Suddenly I gasp in shock, as a piece of glass pierces my skin. I go and inspect the damage, their on my middle finger, a cut runs down half way down my finger. I watch the red sparkling crimson blood trickle down from the cut and splashes from the floor. I put my finger in my mouth, then take it out. Suddenly the cut heals, the only thing that would suggest that I had been cut, was the little pool of blood. With a wave of my hand, the blood disappears. I pick up the crumpled up photo from the floor, and straighten it.  A small tears falls slowly on to the photo and splashes gently, I wipe the tear away from the photo, and open up my drawer. I open it slightly, and shove the photo inside, and then pick the silver ring inside. I hold the silver ring in my hand, and look at it the ring amazed; it is still as beautiful as it was before. The silver band, with six blue crystals on it, a beautiful white diamond right in the middle. I tuck the ring carefully in to my pocket, and walk towards my cellar. The cellar where I have kidnapped the young and beautiful Kayleigh. I think carefully, why did I really lock her up here. Kayleigh did not do anything. Niall did not do anything either. Why was I doing this? I thought to myself. Because I want others to feel my pain, to feel my sorrow. I want someone else, like that pathetic blonde haired superstar Niall. For him life has been easy, he had the perfect family, the perfect friends. True reliable friends who were always their with them. They had money, so much money that it was unbelievable. Money that sometimes I had to beg and cry for. They had a constant supply for food, food that sometimes I would have to starve for, get beaten for. A memory runs to my head.

A young me, with my crazy wild black hair, and black eyes spot the seller. A giant man, who had to be at least twice or three times my size. Me, just fourteen years old. The old rags I wore, clings to my shirt. I run nervously at my head, the hot blistering sun blazing rays at me. I sweat like a pig, sweat trickles down my face. I wipe it tired. My eyes glare at the fruit seller, in front of him lays shiny red apples, yellow delicious bananas, small red cherries, bunches of strawberries. A giant water melon and some delicious mouth watering mangoes. I lick my lips in hunger. My stomach rubbles in hunger. I walk towards the fruit seller. His dark blue eyes pierce at me, he frowns at me, like I am a worthless beggar to him. I look at the fruits carefully, which one I should steal. My heart pounded rapidly, like it was racing a marathon. I had never stolen before, but now I had too, or I was going to die of hunger. Die young, and starving. The shop seller inspects my skinny thin body, and my eyes darting at the food. I watch the fruit seller, turn to a customer. This is my chance I think. I slowly grab a bright red juicy apple, and run away from the fruit seller. The man knows looks at me, the bright red juicy apple at my hand, and then charges towards me. I take a bite of the red juice apples, it filling up my hunger. I keep running, as fast as I can. But a young guy who barely eats anything, is nothing compared to the large burly giant man who must weigh three times my weight, he grabs me by my collar, and glares at me with intense hate.

"You stupid horrid brat, stealing my apple!" the giant burly man shouts, his blue eyes twinkling with hate.

"Please sir, I am so sorry, I was just so hungry" I whimper.

"Hungry you stupid brat, why should I care about someone like you, you are just a beggar, a stupid orphan worth nothing. No one even cares about you or loves you. No one would even mind if you were dead. All I care is that you steal my apple and you will have to pay" the fruit seller shouts.

A big hustle of crowds, surround me and the fruit seller. Young children holding their mother's hand, and pointing at me, and then saying anything. People giving me evil looks, then shrug their heads. I look at the children with their parents and sigh with jealousy. They have everything, loving parents. I lost both my parents, they had left me. They had abandoned me. They had not wanted me. I was just a sick wispy horrid child that they didn't love.

"Please sir" I whisper, tears trickling down my face.

The fruit seller grimaces menacingly at me, and then with a smack of his hand, smacks me on my cheek. I fall on the floor, my fingers holding my cheek in agony. Tears splashing down my cheek. I look at everyone around, they just look at me like a piece of rubbish and smile. That was when the beating began. I curled up in a ball, as kicks and punches came my way. I cried painfully in a ball, wanting to die.

I wipe a tear. I remember that day. I had been beaten till I had scars, blood trickled from me. That stupid fruit seller had beaten me painfully, not even thinking that I was just a poor lonely starving child. He had beaten me grimacing the whole time, his heart must have been made of stone. He nearly killed me, he broke two of my bones, busted my lip, caused me a nose bleed, given me so many scars, and even cut my head, having me to have twelve painful stitches and all for a apple. A small apple. A apple that if I had not stolen I would have died. I remember wishing to die, wishing for all the pain to end, and feeling safe. I remember I used to cry, watching the children going everywhere with their parents. Parents who loved their children unlike mine, and cared for them. I used to watch when the children grew up, and started to argue with their parents, and wish I had a parent that would argue with me. I used to think the children were very dumb, they did not realize the importance of their parents. Their parents had loved them, taken care of them, had give them food, and water. Had always been their for them, given them advice, had shouted at them, but underneath that, their parents had really loved them, a lot. I had always wished for a parent, and never got one. I opened the door, and stepped inside. I saw Kayleigh lying on the floor, looking very sick. She had not eaten a single thing that I gave her, her warm brown eyes looked dull. Her wrists tied with a rope to the chair. She kept looking at the small window. I walked towards her, wanting to shake her. Wanting to remind her it was okay, wanting to make her fun and lively again. The next thing I did not expect her to say. She must have heard me approaching her, and then glared at me with full hate like the fruit seller. Her warm brown eyes gone, now full of anger and hate. Her face looked scary like the fruit seller, tears lay on her face.

"Why me? Why ruin my life?" she shouted, glaring at me with hate and pain.

That day, I had kind of felt Kayleigh had hated me, and that she was extremely angry and in pain because of me. I always knew what I did was wrong, and that I should not have done it. I had always regretted that I had to kidnap Kayleigh. But I never meant that so I could hurt her. I did not mean to hurt her, or make her unhappy. It was an accident. Really. I only wanted Kayleigh to talk to me, to understand my feeling, to love me for who I was. I wanted her to love me, to make me feel special, like she loved that stupid Niall. I wanted her to love me, and only me. But instead she had been thinking of ways to hurt me, to destroy me, to make my life a living hell, and that was exactly what she had done. Kayleigh had destroyed me; she had made my life hell. She had broken me in to a thousand of pieces, never fixing again. I was in more pain now, and then I had ever been when Emma had broken up with me. Maybe because I was feeling more upset, and angry now, and also I was in more pain now, and it really hurt.

Another flash back came to me:

"Why me? Why ruin my life?" she shouted, glaring at me with a lot of hate and scary horrific pain.

She scared me. She looked like she hated me, and that she could never love me. No matter what she did? She did not love me. She stares at me, her teeth snapping at me, her shiny glossy long brown hair flying in the wind, her beautiful warm eyes not warm anymore, but twinkled with hate. I had never seen her like this. I had never seen her upset. I took a step back in fear.

"You make me remember" I confess, tears brimming in my eyes, I look very sad and scared, she looked so much like Emma. The same warm brown eyes, the same shiny glossy long brown hair. The same personality, the same anger, and love. She made me remember all the good times I had with Emma. She filled my heart.

"Tell me" she asks slowly, looking at me with her beautiful warm brown eyes curiously.

I could see she wanted to know. She was very curios just like my love Emma had been, curious and beautiful. She had a presence that attracted me, just like Emma's had been and still probably was. I really missed Emma, but with Kayleigh here, she made me smile with joy, and washed away all the pain and scars, and filled me with a beautiful presence. Like I was happy, like I was flying, and nothing could hurt me. I wanted to feel like that always. I never wanted to tell anyone, and still don't of what I had been through. I knew they would just be sad for me, feel pity for me, or won't care. I did not want anyone else to cry for me. All these years, I had never told a soul, even though the longing to, grows bigger with each year. I recall the powerful events, and begin my tale. I finish my extremely sad and pathetic life story. I had to tell someone my life story. Every day I felt the powerful urge to to replay my life story to someone, confess the horrific tale of my past and childhood. My throat thickens tightly. I try to calm down myself, to not cry. I take a deep breath calming myself, all the pressure on my shoulders lifted, relief fills me. I sweat like a dog, sweat trickles down my face. I wipe it with the back of my hand. Now I knew someone who really knew my true sad life story. A tale that would be passed down between generations, it would not be forgotten now. Tear trickles down my face slowly and gently that splashes gently down my face and to the cold hard wooden floor. I keep both of my hands together, trying not to fidget with them, or to wipe my tears. That would make it even more like I was crying, and had a sad pathetic horrific childhood that would haunt me forever, leaving all it's scars and pains in my life, forever. I suddenly feel very sad and alone, and cold. I just wanted someone to hug me, to comfort me, to wipe all the scars of my life, to stop all the pain in my life. A cold thrilling presence fills me. I wanted someone to love me. I had lived my whole life alone and being miserable, never smiling.  I had no one, no one to love me. No one to care for me, to lend me a shoulder to cry on, no one to love me, and make me smile. I glance at Kayleigh up and down. She blushes when she notices me watching her; a warm pink colour fills her cheek, making her look even more beautiful then ever. She looks at me her eyes with intense pain and sorrow and then begins to say something and then stops, afraid. Tears stream down her perfect angelic face, gently splashing on the cold hard wooden floor. Someone really felt my pain; they were really touched with my story and felt really sad for me. But I did not need anyone pity. I had to say sorry to Kayleigh. I had because of being myself, kidnapped her from her true love and soul mate, and kidnapped her to me. A sentence she told me before runs through my vein.” Did you think just because you kidnapped me that I would love you. I will never love you, for as long as you live. Until my heart stops beating that will be when you can ever touch me. I will never love you, for as long as you live. Even if you touch me, I will only think of my one and truly love and soul mate Niall. He is the only one I can love and always will. You make me sick, Sebastien Charles. Because of you being cold blooded, and horrible you kidnap me, because your whole life has been a sad tale, well guess what Mr. Sebastien Charles. You make me sick. You make all the fury and fire burn in me, and want to destroy you. You should be given with a lot of pain and suffering. I hate you". I should just of let her go. I was using her for my own goods, because I was a pathetic and sad loser, who loved no one. Suddenly I remember a girl who I kidnapped me, but I let her go two weeks later.

I watch her with intense love, her name as beautiful as the deep blue sea, a girl who I would give a thousand pearls to, and then adore her gold jewellery. Her mane of glossy shiny russet brown hair, around her faces and reaches to her slender waist. Her powerful brown eyes stare at me with intense hate, and regret, scaring me.

"Why me? Why? What did I do to you?" She asks.

Her name was Erin, a beautiful name indeed. I had met her in a park, she was swinging slowly and gently, her warm brown eyes twinkling with joy, her mane of russet brown hair flying in the wind, the tree's dances and she smiled. That was when I had decided immediately she would be my new beloved Emma. She would replace her in my heart, and fill all the holes and scars in my life. 

"What do you mean my beloved Erin, I will give you the whole world, I would carve a gold statue in your name, but just stay with me. Stay with me my beloved and never leave. Don't go. I don't want you to leave me. I do not want to be sad no longer. I want you to love me. I want you to fill my world with a beautiful colourful rain, and shine a shining bright ray of sunshine in my dull life.

"You make me sick you stupid Sebastien Charles. Do you really think that because of you being a pathetic orphan I would care, and love you. I will never love you Sebastien Charles. I hate you with so much anger, I want to destroy you, and watch you cry. You deserve what happened in your past and more. I hate you; you took my beloved Stuart from me. I loved him, and was going to marry him, but because of you. My wedding stopped. I hate you, and always will. You deserve to die" Erin shouts, angrily, her voice echoing around the room.

I shake the memory away. Its horrifying presence fills me. Did I really deserve what happened? Did I really deserve to die? My heart races rapidly like running a marathon.

"That was the end of my story, I am so sorry, I truly am for kidnapping you, for taking you away from your soul mate Niall. From your family. I am so sorry, so sorry Kayleigh. I knew I should not have done it, it was wrong and horrid. Just because I had no one. I felt jealous of Niall he had family, friends, but most of all you. I just wanted someone else to fill the space in my heart, fill the hole my heart, to love me, but now I know you never can." I began, tears trickling down my face.

She gestured for me to come closer. I walked towards her slowly, then crouched beside her, and look  at her warm brown twinkling  eyes that brimmed with tears, and tucks a stand of her brown hair lovingly. Then I untie the rope. She gets my wrists out of the ropes, and looks at it. She frowns at me, trying not to cry. I looked at my wrists, and frowned with sorrow then kissed them. Suddenly the red lines vanished. Did I really do that to her. I was a monster, a horrific terrifying monster, and I hurt her. She had every right to hurt me

"I know sorry is not enough for kidnapping you for a month, but still I am so sorry. I know you hate me but, I really am, and I know that you could never love me, or never care. I mean who would love a sad ugly horrid orphan like me" I continued.

"Sorry" I whispered, tears trickling down my face, I looks at her with my coal black eyes, and then know what she see's. A young child being broken and hurt, being abandoned as a child. Being all alone, and without any love. A child no one had cared for. A child who had wished to die, and release from all this pain and misery, just be free and happy. Tears trickle down my face. I try to stop crying, but can't.

She wiped my tears, and brushed a strand of my coal black hair, and then kissed me. I felt something.  I felt like a ray of sunshine had engulfed me, ridding my world of darkness. I wrap my arms around her waist. I felt like I was flying, happiness forever. Like I was going through a beautiful colourful rainbow. I hold her tight in a embrace, and I deepened the kiss, losing myself to her. She made me feel, loved, she made me feel cared. She healed all the scars and pain in my life, making me smile with joy.

"I will let you go" I tell her.

I had to let her go. She had to be happy, and I knew that she was perfectly happy with that Niall. He made her smile, and that was all that made me smile.

"Even though I am an orphan, and all sad and alone. I need you to be free and happy. I need you to be with your soul mate, and be happy" I tell her.

 

I had missed her so much. I had asked her to leave, and she had said no. She had said she loved me, and I believed her. I really did think she loved me, that she cared for me. What a stupid thing did I think? Of course Kayleigh would never really fall in love with someone as twisted, mean, cruel, horrible, broken and shattered as me. I was broken, shattered in to little pieces that no matter what could never be fixed by an unforgettable bond called love. I was a monster. Who would ever fall in love with a monster like me? Who would ever really care for me?

 I was a monster, a cruel horrible terrifying monster that nobody loved, and nobody would ever care for. Nobody loves me. Nobody cares. I was alone. So alone, that it hurts. I am in a lot of pain, and endless agony. I felt like I had cuts every where, like I had lots of pains and scars everywhere. Scars that will always remain in my life, scars that scared everybody else. Everybody else who I had trusted and I had thought had loved me had all left, and that was exactly the same that Kayleigh had done to me. I thought she loved me. I thought she cared. What a mistake that was? Kayleigh never loved me, she probably thought I was pathetic, and was just probably felt pity for me. I bet she was plotting for ages to get away from me. I bet that even when we kissed, she thought it was Niall. That whenever she said “I love you” she probably meant it for Niall. Not me. Never will Kayleigh love me. It hurts. It hurts a lot knowing that Kayleigh never loved me, and that she never cared. That she was like everybody else, that she never loved me, and detested me. I knew that everyone hates me, I bet everyone makes that very clear. But I thought that Kayleigh had loved me, she did the same thing to me that my ex girlfriend Emma had done. That she had pretended to love me, and that she had pretended to care. When in real life, we knew that was highly unlikely, that she never cared. It hurts so much. I don’t like it, being so weak and hated. But that was exactly how I was feeling like. I was in endless pain and agony. I felt like I was being tormenting, like I was being whipped. Like I could feel all the burns and scars on me, and that I could clearly see the whole which remains in my heart. I feel so fragile, so broken. Like I have been broken into a thousand of tiny pieces. Pieces that nobody could fix and I hated that. I wanted to be brave. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be better than this monster that was inside of me. I could feel the monster twisty claws clawing inside of me, his laser fire eyes piercing into mine, his slithering snake’s lips slithering at me. I shook my head, and that image disappeared. I could not let the monster win. I could not let that beast inside of me, to destroy me. I was stronger than he was. I was better than he was. I could win. No I couldn’t.

I had to. I clenched my fingers tightly, forming a punching motion. I picked up the photo of me and Kayleigh. In the photo; Kayleigh had her beautiful warm brown twinkling eyes staring into the camera, her right arm around mine, and me next to her. Me, smiling beaming into the camera. The smile that I used to have. That was like the sun had radiated from it. That day I had thought there could be nobody happier than I was. My arms are around Kayleigh slender waist, and we smile into the camera, posing as well. I turn that photo around. It reads; Kayleigh and Sebastien forever in Love. Loving every minute that we are together. Love only comes once. Now! Our tunnel of Love. Let everyone else be as happy as we are. Love is beautiful. When love comes at you grab it. Don’t let it go, or you will regret it for the rest of your long life.

Was that all a lie? Was it? Why me? I throw the photo on the floor angrily, and I watch the photo land on the floor. Its delicate glass frame shatters into a thousand of tiny pieces, the photo lies on the floor. I pick it up, and look at the photo. No damage had come to the photo. Why Kayleigh? Why? Why did you toy with me? Was I just your toy? I thought you had loved me, what a fool I had been. If you had really not loved me, why did you not tell me? If you told me I would have let you go. Even though it would break my heart. I would have done that, because I really love you. You could have just told me. You could just have written me a note. If you wanted to leave me, why did you not tell me? Were you that afraid of me? Was I such a horrendous terrifying evil villain to you? Did you never think that you could have just told me the truth? Did you ever really consider I had loved you, and that I still love you? Don’t you know how much you mean to me, and that how much you love me. Kayleigh, you are everything to me. You were my heart, and my soul, and you mean so much to me. You are everything to me, you make me smile, and know you make me cry, and know you have hurt me. Know you have broken me into tiny little pieces, and know I don’t know if I will ever be fixed. Now I don’t know, if I will ever recover, and that if I will ever smile again. Oh Kayleigh, why did you have to play with me, was I just a toy to you. Did you not love me? Did you not care? Did you really hate me that much? Did you really think that I hated you? Did you really want to hurt me, by toying around with my heart? Did you really want to make me feel pain and suffering? Did Kayleigh really hate me that much, that she wanted to hurt me. Did she really not know how much pain and suffering she had caused me, no I bet she is happy? I see her everywhere. Everywhere I look, I see Kayleigh beautiful delicate angelic face, and her twinkling warm brown eyes looking at me. Sometimes I see her calling for me, and I just want to run to her. But I know she is not there. She had left me, and she will never come back. Sometimes I see her laughing at me, at mocking me for ever thinking that someone as beautiful and amazing as her would love someone as complex, weird and creepy as me. I should have thought of that. I should have known that I would never stand a chance with Kayleigh. That all I could do is dream of her, that I would never have her. I see her kiss Niall on those TV, she looks so happy, so happy continuing on with her life, without even thinking about me. Does she think about me now, well probably not? I will only be something she played with. I did not have any value. Did I?

"Why me? Why ruin my life?" she shouted, glaring at me with hate and pain.

But that was exactly what I had done to Kayleigh. I had tried to ruin her life. I had caused her endless pain, and she must have felt so angry. With me, so she had been planning her revenge on me. Kayleigh never loved me. I collapse on the floor, and cry. Tears brimming in my eyes, and trickling gently down my face. I watch it fall, and just sit there cold. Next thing I know, is a sharp painful hit on my head. I tried to see my attacker, but all I see is black shiny shoes. When I wake up, my head is throbbing. My head feels really dizzy, like I had just become drunk. I lay on the cold rock hard  floor, my wrists tied tightly like it would break with a old tattered rope, bound to a annoying wooden rocking chair, that rocked whenever I moved my wrist, sending me back and forth. My wrists hurt in pain, and redden with struggle. Pain. So much pain. I sometimes thought they were bleeding in pain, and still think they are, maybe there is blood right his moment. Maybe red crimson blood trickling down my wrist and splashing gently on the floor. As I tried moving my wrist, trying to get out of here, pain every time I moved, Tears trickle down my face, splashing gently on to the floor. Sweat trickles down my face. Why me? Who had kidnapped me? This had just felt like when I had kidnapped Kayleigh. Karma really did work, didn’t it? My tummy churned, and I felt like I was going to vomit. I felt really sick. My tummy felt empty. Dark black bangs surrounded my eyes, my lips felt so dry. I felt so cold, really cold. I shiver in terror. My head feels so full.

 

 I feel so dull, so tired, and so alone. Alone. Terrified, and scared. That was how I was feeling. My eyes feel so heavy. Maybe everything will all be better if I sleep. I close my eyes, and I see Kayleigh. Kayleigh is laughing at me, she is mocking me for thinking she loves me. Her beautiful long brown wavy hair and her warm beautiful brown eyes look at me, her lips pout at me, and I watch her taunt me. Even though she is taunting me, I am still dazzled by her beauty. Kayleigh in my dream keeps saying “You’re a monster”, “How could you believe that I loved you” and “I hate you. No one likes you. Go and die.” I feel so much pain, and so cold and alone. I turn my head around, and I see a monster. A monster with twisty branch like arms that twist around my neck and slithering snakes slithering around me, its laser bright eyes hurt my eyes, and pierce into me. I feel so much pain, and it really hurts. Kayleigh then becomes the frightening, and scary monster. She scares me. She looked like she hated me, and that she could never love me. No matter what she did? She did not love me. She stares at me, her teeth snapping at me, her shiny glossy long brown hair flying in the wind, her beautiful warm eyes not warm anymore, but twinkled with hate. I had never seen her like this. I had never seen her upset. I took a step back in fear. I could feel all the anger from her, boiling into me. I could feel the ferocious wind charging at me, with so much power, that it shook me. I could feel the trees dance sinisterly at me, its branches twisting with evil. I could feel cold seeping through my veins.

I shiver in fear. As the monster-Kayleigh thing laughs at me, and slaps me. I scream, as I wake up. My heart pounding rapidly, like I had just run a thousand miles marathon. I could feel the sweat trickling down my cheek. That nightmare. It was so horrific, so terrible. I hated that nightmare; it freaked the hell out of me. I took deep breaths trying to calm down myself, hoping that it was just a nightmare, and that it really was not true. It could not be true. Could it? I look around the cold dull grey walls that stare at me. I look around, there are no windows. So there is no air. My mouth feels dry, so that means I have not drank anything, and I am extremely thirsty. I gulp my spit, feeling so bored and tired. My skin feels so cold. The room is extremely cold, below normal body temperature. I shiver in the cold, and feel terror seeping through me. Who could have kidnapped me? Who dare kidnap me? What did they think of me? I was strong, and warrior. How dare could anybody kidnap me? How dare they? They must have poisoned me or something. How could they even come to my house in the first place? Did they sneak upon me, when I was grieving my love for Kayleigh? Or did they just come to hurt me? Who were these people? Were they people in the first place anywhere? What if I had been kidnapped my horrific terrible monsters? Who would want to kidnap me in the first place? What pain and endless torture had my kidnappers want to torture me with? Pain and endless suffering. I bet that was what they wanted to torture me with? I close my eyes, and all I could see was that it was snowing. Cold, wet and endless white; it has been snowing all day, as dusk began to descend. I was being hunted. There he was, hunting for me. He was the predator, and I was his prey, and he was hunting me. I could feel his eyes staring into me. I open my eyes, and take a deep breathe. All the snow was gone. I could feel footsteps approaching me.

“Who is it? Whoever it is, let me go. You don’t know how I am. I am a dark, dangerous, terror, and I will hurt you, and make you suffer. I will hurt you. Now, let me go. Now. Before I hurt you. Let me go. If you know what is best.” I shout loudly, anger fuming inside of me.

“You Sebastien Charles, are going to help me, after all you have much use for me.” A voice told me, loudly, its voice echoing around the room.

“What do you need me for? I order you to let me go, now obey me. Let me go. I am not going to help you, you stupid, horrible, mean terrifying nasty threat. You, Let me go now! Now!” I shout valiantly, with a lot of anger.

“Oh, Oh. I can’t do that Sebastien James William Alexander Charles. I would not obey you, and I will not let you go, for you are too useful for me Sebastien James William Alexander Charles, and I have many uses and things that I want you to do for me, and you will do it for me, and the names stupid, horrible, mean, terrifying, nasty threat. I find those words really true about me, and I find it really nice. Thank you very much for saying those lovely and nice words to me, it really does mean a lot to me, and I appreciate it a lot. You will stay with me Sebastien Charles for a really long time. I have many things that I want you to do, so many uses so you are indeed very useful to me. I would not let you go.” A thrilling voice snarls at me viciously, sending shivers down my spine. I shiver in fear and terror.

Who could have kidnapped me? What uses did this person have? What were they going to use me for? How long did they plan to use me for? Would I ever escape? Will I ever be free again? All these questions swam around my mind, making me think really carefully. I wondered who had kidnapped me, and what there purpose was. Whatever it was. I knew it was evil, dangerous for me, and life threatening. After all, if it was a good plan. They would not have kidnapped me for no reasons. But seeing as they had kidnapped me, and tied me up and the way they said “You will do it for me” meant that even if I refused, they would make me do it. How would they make me do it? What were they planning, what twisted wretched horrifying terrifying mean plan was this scary, mean, horrible threat planning to do with me? What were they going to use me for? Nothing good that was what I knew that. I was afraid and scared, all at the same time. A feeling I hated a lot, and had never felt like that before. I bet that was the same feeling Kayleigh had felt when I had kidnapped her. When I had hurt her, when I had caused her endless pain and countless agony, and I guess I kind of did deserve that.

To be kidnapped by someone who I clearly did not know, and did not know what they were going to be used for. Maybe I would be killed. I gasped in terror, and that sounds terrible. I did not want to die. I wanted to live, to be free. To live my life long and free. Dying was the last thing on the agenda for me, and I clearly did not want to do that. I hope my kidnapper he or she, depending on there gender would not kill me. I did not know what type of wretched plan they had been planning for me to do. This is how Kayleigh must have been feeling when I kidnapped her from her beloved soul mate Niall, missing him, feeling hurt and agony, hating me with a lot of anger and pain. But a question popped up in my head. How did my kidnapper know my name? Not everybody knew my actual name. Everybody only knew me as Sebastien Charles. How did my kidnapper know my full name which was Sebastien James William Alexander Charles? Not everybody knew that. Well actually nobody knew that, well except me. My parents had named me that because James William was my grandfather name who had passed away on the day I was born, and Alexander because it was my family name. Nobody else knew that name. Everybody only knew me as Sebastien Charles. I was kind of confused, how could they know my name? It was a mystery puzzle, like a hard jigsaw puzzle.

Which I could not fix. Which clearly puzzled me? I fidgeted with my fingers, which were behind my back, my knees hurt as I was on a cold hard floor. I was in pain, and my head still throbbed with pain and agony. They had clearly attacked me, when I was not looking, and in my own pain and misery by something cold, hard and blunt, and strong. Well the kidnapper must have been strong and sneaky to come to my house unnoticed and strong as they must have carried me here, but really sneaky to take my body from my house to wherever I was at the moment. They must have planned to kidnap me, planned it for months, and did it when they knew I was in pain and agony, and crying to myself. Normally I would be on a watch out, and would clearly notice if someone came to my house. But as this person had come to my house, when I was on the floor and in my own tears and pain. I had not realized that somebody had been in my house. How could not I have realized that somebody had clearly been in my house? Had they hurt me cry, and be in my own pain and agony. Did they know why I was crying? Did they know about me and Kayleigh, and how she had ran away from me? And that was the reason I was crying. How long had this person been in my house? And why hadn’t I noticed. I was too busy, crying, and feeling upset and angry that Kayleigh had left me, when I had not noticed a stranger had came to my house? When did they come? But another question popped up in my head. How many people were there? Were they just the one person who had been talking to me, or did this person has a group who had planned my kidnapped, and kidnapped me? It was a question I did not know, and I was curious to know the answer. But curiosity could get the better end of me, after all it was true that curiosity killed the cat, and I did not want to be killed. Still my curiosity had to be answered.

“Who are you? How many of you are there? Is there just one person or a whole group? Why don’t you stop being cowards and just show yourself to me? Why did you kidnap me? What was this wretched terrifying mean plan that you were going to use me for? When did you come into my house? How long were you in my house? How do you know my full name?” I asked, question after question curiously.

“I would be careful if I were you Mr. Sebastien James William Alexander Charles, curiosity can get you killed. After all wasn’t it a saying. That curiosity killed the cat. You are too much like the cat, and if you were not careful enough your curiosity could get you killed. Who am I? I can be whoever you want me to be; your mother, your father, your enemy, your friend, the devil. But you can call me death or the devil if you want, and you ask me if I work alone or with someone else. But why would I need somebody else’s help. I don’t need anybody else, why would I anyway? Do you think I am too weak, too dumb, and too puny? Well I am not. I am the smart, strong, sneaky one who had kidnapped you. Only me, there is only one and that is me. I work alone, and I was the one who had kidnapped you. My plan is what I want it to be, and not for you to find out. You should just stay quiet, and not ask too many questions, or it can get you killed. I came to your house, long before I kidnapped you. I could hear you cry in your endless pain and agony, after all a girl Kayleigh Horan had left you for that pop star Niall Horan. But after all you were the one who kidnapped her in the first place, was it not? You were the one who was so obsessed with her, and clearly in love with her. While she was clearly not, she was too angry and in pain, missing her beloved soul mate Niall Horan. I knew she would leave you, and she did, and you expect her to leave a note. Why would she leave her kidnapped a note, when she was running away. Of course she would not want to be with you. Who would? You were a horrible, terrible, mean menacing monster. So why would she love you? You are so dumb, are you not? Why would she ever fall in love with you? You are really dumb and stupid are you not Sebastien James William Alexander Charles. You are seriously stupid. So why would you expect that someone as beautiful, smart, kind, gentle and caring as Kayleigh, would love someone as mean, menacing a monster like you? So to your last question how do I know your name? Well your name is not the first thing that I know about you Sebastien James William Alexander Charles, I know a lot about you Sebastien Charles. I know how you are an orphan and how your parents had died, how you had to steal food when you were little to feed yourself, how you got beaten to blue when you stole foot and how you’re ex girlfriend Emma had to break up with you when she was in love with somebody else, how everybody had hated you. How you had met Kayleigh, and fallen heads over heels in love with her, how you had tried to kill her husband Niall Horan, because you were really jealousy and envy with her. I know how Kayleigh had left you and that now she was living with her husband Niall Horan and there three year old son Jayden. So to your question how do I know it? Well I just do. I know loads about you. I know more about you than you ever do.” The mysterious creepy thrilling voice snarled loudly into the room, its voice echoing around the room.

I gasped in terror; this person knew so much about me. They know everything about me. This person had worked alone, and there voice sent shivers down my spine. They made me feel afraid and scared. A feeling which I detested, and had never felt like before. This person whoever they were could hurt me; this was a fact which I know was true. This person knew my full name, and knew me like a book. This person knew more about me, than I would ever do. They know what I have done. They know me like an open book. How did they know so much about me? It was like they were there when I was born, and had watched me like a predator and its prey, and now had hunted me down. Whoever this person was. I was sure that I would have to be afraid of them, they were more powerful than me, and they could hurt me. I hated being so weak, but weak is what I was compared to the horrifying, mean, terrifying monster. They sent shivers down my spine, and I hated it. Whoever this person had planned, they were going to make sure it happened, and they would use me, even if I did not want to do, they would force me.

“Good Night Sebastien James William Alexander Charles. Take a good sleep, tomorrow is a busy day for you and me, a very important day. Keep your strength up. The plan begins tomorrow; tomorrow will be a harsh and dangerous day” The mysterious scary thrilling voice told me, closing the door.

A busy day. A important day. Oh no, what was going to happen tomorrow? What was this person going to use me for? The plan is beginning tomorrow. Oh no, what was this plan that this person had spoke of? And how did I fit into this terrifying scary plan? What were they going to use me for? Tomorrow was a day I dreaded.

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