Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?


22. What's wrong with me?

I was sat chatting to Lou in the tour bus when the boys burst through the door. Each had a smile on their face but neither one of them jumped in excitement like they used to. Louis' absence was tough.

"How was the show?"

Liam was the first to reply, "It was good...but as always it's-"

"-not the same without Louis" They all chorused. They dropped their heads and mercifully walked over to their beds. I had taken Harry's bed while Harry had crawled into what was Louis'. I watched as they unlocked their iPhones and flicked through twitter in their attempt to keep up a stable attitude.

I sat reading my book as the night went on, making it to midnight when I decided to switch out the light and go to sleep.

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Liam's P.O.V

I watched as Eliana gave a large yawn and drop her book to the floor. Her eyes were rimmed with restlessness and I could see that Louis' death was really affecting her, even though she didn't seem to let it on. She stretched over to the lamp and turned off the light. Sitting in silence I contemplated the last months. Harry had still done nothing about organising Louis' funeral and it was getting late. Every time I went to bring it up he would shout at me. I'd never seen him like it. The death was tearing the band apart. The stress and pain it caused us started making me believe what the papers said. We might well break up the band. A solemn thought. I shut my eyes ready to succumb to the power of sleep.


Suddenly I heard a muttering. I listened to the source and stared at Eliana who shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Then all of a sudden she sat bolt upright facing the wall, her head twisted sinisterly in a circular motion. Her hair was plastered to her face from sweat that had come on peculiarly fast. I sat up staring concerned at this behaviour.


Her head slowly turned in my direction and then she began walking out of the bed. I slipped my covers away and met to face her. I looked around at the boys who were all fast asleep, wondering if they'd seen anything. She stepped crookedly as if she was a possessed person out of a horror movie. Finally she reached me, then bent her head upwards to look me in the eyes. Something was wrong. I couldn't define her irises. They were black. I held her my the shoulders shaking her awake.

"Wake up, Eliana, wake up"

Her face screwed up and she gave out a blood-curdling scream before tearing my arms from her shoulders and landing an almighty blow into my stomach. I keeled over watching her breathing become more rapid.

"Harry, Zayn, Niall, Lo-...BOYS!"

I watched as they all sat up sleepily looking at me in confusion.

"What's wrong Liam?" Inquired Zayn, concern graven in his voice.

"Quick...E...Eliana" I pointed towards her as her breathing increased and her whole body twitched. All three of them leapt down from their beds and surrounded her.

"What do we do?!" Cried Niall. But at that moment her heavy breathing subsided and she fell back to peaceful dreaming. Harry picked her up and then carefully tucked her back into the bed as if nothing had happened.

"What was that all about?" asked Harry. We were all thinking the same thing.

Eliana's P.O.V.

I was walking around the forest I found myself in on the night of the fire. As I sat down I started nodding off to sleep when I suddenly heard a twig break. My eyes darted open and I stared around for a sign of anyone, particularly Lucas and his comrades. Another twig snapped and I immediately got to my feet. I looked around for any sign of movement. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of something moving. I took my chance and ran. Suddenly I was stopped-short by two arms tightly clutching me. I struggled against the grip of the figure.

"Hello Eliana" Said the snake-like Lucas.

"Ready to get what you deserve?" He chuckled turning me to face the darkness where something ran across the ground. Searching for my scent, it drew nearer. I stayed still for a moment before I reeled back in horror at the realisation that it was the same black animal. The shadow from the field, the dark and enigmatic animal from the forest where Louis had been captured. I clawed at Lucas' hands and bit down hard on his hand. He withdrew his grip and I took my chance to run away. I slammed my fist into his stomach in one last chance of retaliation and then sped away from the darkness. But it was too fast. All of a sudden, the presence of the animal consumed me and a wretched pain moved throughout my body. The animal dropped dead as if it had  left its body and the soul had entered my own. The only thing I remembered was pain, an everlasting excruciating pain running throughout my body. As quick as the snap of fingers the pain was gone, light consumed the darkness and I felt in control of my own body again.

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