Just Your Normal Girl- A Zayn Malik fanfiction

Chapter 10- Suicidal Hiding (Part 2)

Zayn looked up. Nothing. He looked into his soul. He saw my spirit moments after reading the note. 

"Where is she?" He asked my spirit. It told him that I had locked myself in the attic. He ran up to the entrance, and pulled open the hatch. He saw me, hanging by a rope, which was around my neck. He ran up the stairs, and cut the rope with the same knife that I had almost killed myself with, and I dropped to the ground, feet first. He got the rope off from around my neck, which it was really tight, and once he did that, he yelled at me. "Janel, tell me, WHY have you been trying to kill yourself so much lately? Is it because you don't like me, or what? You can tell me. I'm right here, so you'll be safe." He lightly touched right above my stitches, that Louis did.

"Zayn, it's those kids again. They've been bullying me at school, and virtually, wherever I go, and they've told me that I should do this, so guess what? I am, and I hope that those kids are happy about it. Besides, who else cares? I'm sure-" I said, but got cut off by Zayn picking me up, kissing me roughly, then setting me back down. Once I was stable on the ground, he pushed me down, onto the little air mattress that was in there, and laid on top of me, fully clothed, of course. He kissed me roughly again, and I was screaming! "Louis, Niall, Harry, Liam, guys, HELP! Zayn is hurting me!" In fact, he was. He was pushing on my chest, on my stitches, and he was also being a little agressive, so the boys hurried up the stairs, pulled Zayn off of me, held him back, and Niall made me listen to him. 

"Janel, I suggest that you get out of here." He came closer, then whispered, "Hide in the bathroom downstairs, and do not, under any circumstances, make any sound. Got it?"

I nodded my head, then the boys surrounded Zayn, trying to not let him see me run, and when I got down the stairs, I took off, at a dead sprint, until I had another set of stairs, which lead to the downstairs. I jumped down the first half, then ran down the rest, and locked myself in the bathroom. I had a few minutes until someone would come and bang on the door, so I hung out in there, until I heard something.

BANG, BANG, JANEL, COME OUT NOW! BANG, BANG!

I knew that it was Zayn, so I remained completely silent. He banged on the door a few more times, and I wanted to scream, but as Niall said to, I stayed quiet. I knew that he was just getting more and more mad, so finally, after about 5 minutes of him banging on the door, I started trying to make myself throw up. He heard me, and he went from really mad to really concerned about me in about 5 seconds.

He found the spare key, which was in a secret location that only me and him knew, and he opened the door. When he saw me puking, he kneeled down next to me, worried as hell. 

"Janel, are you alright?" He asked, mentally shaking. I nodded, as if saying no, and with teard forming and falling, he rubbed my shoulder caringly. "I'm sorry for snapping on you like I did. I shouldn't have ever treated you like that. Are you feeling okay? You look really pale, girl. I have never seen anyone, not even Niall, this pale before. I'm really worried about you." I managed to speak in between puking. 

"Well, if you are so concerned now, why were you trying to hurt me in the attic?" He looked at me, confused, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. 

"Babe, was I hurting you? You should have said something. I would have eased up. You know that."

"Well, I would have, if you hadn't put your lips on mine, and let me say something about it."

"Baby, Janel, okay, I regret that, but there are times where, where I just lose control, and snap on the first person that I see, and unfortunately, it was you. Now, if you would have been anyone else, I wouldn't have kissed them, for one, and two, I probably would have hurt them really badly. I'm sorry that all of this even happened. Forgive me?" I stopped puking for only a second to talk.

"Yes, Zayn, and I'm sorry for trying to kill myself in front of you,"

Once I had stopped, I washed my mouth out, then kissed Zayn. The other boys yelled for him from the top of the stairs. 

"Zayn, you find her?" Harry yelled. We walked to the base of the stairs, and the boys noticed that I was really pale, so they told Zayn to not make me walk, and that he needs to carry me. He did, and once we got back to my room, he laid me down, and I leaned into him, feeling sicker than ever. He massaged my stomach, in attempt to make me feel a little better, and he accidentally went too high, and rubbed on my stitches. I made an ear-piercing scream of pain, and Zayn said, noticing that my eyes were quickly filling with tears, and that I would start crying any second,

"I'm soo sorry, Janel. Here, use my shoulder." Zayn said with hurry. I buried my head into it, and started screaming and crying. The other boys went home, and Zayn stayed with me, just to make sure that I would be okay.

After about 15-20 minutes, I fell asleep, and soon after that, Zayn did, too. We spent the rest of the night, sleeping, and for once, I was actually able to fall asleep comfortably, and without the feeling of having to throw up every 5 minutes. It felt nice, just to be there, in bed, with Zayn, and not have to sprint to the bathroom to throw up every 5-10 minutes.

-Janel