(I sent this to my friends but... The spookiest thing this Halloween is my face XD) HAPPY HALLOWEEN ENJOY THIS UPDATE PLZZZZZ DONT KILL ME I LOVE YOU ALL!!

I THINK I MIGHT BE GETTING BACK INTO THIS SO NO MORE LONG WAITS! IF ANYBODY WANNA COLLAB WITH A STORY HMUUU
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An ear piercing, shrill ringing echoes throughout the small room. The lights flicker like a candle, then they're extinguished. 

This is how I die? A crazed criminal and my ignorant ex?
No.
I'm not going to swallow my pride. It's a miracle I've made it this far, I can't-

*bang*

The loud noise is silenced, but replaced by a warm, thick liquid oozing out of my stomach.

He got me.

"Ha, got em" Ed sneers over the loud speakers. (I'm literally 3 tbh)

I flop over on my side and clutch my stomach, hoping that it'll stop my death.

My death.

I grit my teeth and clench my eyes shut. I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die.

With Shaky hands, I slip off my shirt and wrap it around my wound, the bullet is on the ground, it went right through me.

"...dead?.....Lets go.....Leave him...yes!.....no.... He's on our trial..."

Broken pieces of a conversation stream through the speakers, peaking my curiosity.

Who's on their trail? Where are they leaving to? What's going on?

I try to lean on the wall, to stabilize myself so I can rest.

"...he's alive!...shoot him!....no....gas....food..." The speaker crackles and the speech becomes drowned in static.

At least I'm getting food, I haven't even been fed this whole time, Nick whus good?!

The metal entrance door creaks open and a stressed out looking Ed makes his way to me.

"Eat up." Ed smirks and throws the food down next to me.

I exaggerate a groan and weakly glance at the food.

"You know, I could make death a lot faster for you." He Looks at my wounded stomach, and his hands go back to his gun.

I muster up all the strength I have left in me, which is a very little amount, and I spit on him.

His smirk only grows, while he wipes off the spit with his thumb. "Ah, you just lost ten minutes of grace time. Now you only have 5 more minutes till you're dead."

All this talk of death makes me shudder in fear, but cry of frustration.

"I loved you more than anything, we were so happy, you were happy! I don't understand how you can just-"

"It's called acting, babe." He cackles and reloads his gun. I've become numb to the sight of this, I was in the war, but also of how much they've used different violence and torture methods on me. Being shot to death is the best way to go.

He glances at the food, which was scattered around the plate when he threw it to me.

"I said eat, you little shit!"

Ed forcefully grabs the food, which looks like uncooked meat, and shoves it on my mouth.

He grips my jaw so I can't move away, and continues to feed me the raw food. After I've swallowed about half of it, throw up all over him.

That's what you get. (Nail polish emoji)

He smears his hand on himself and glares at me. I smile sweetly In return, spitting out the last of the vomit.

He whips out his gun, and points it next to my temple.

I close my eyes and say my last prayer, having come to accept death over the last couple days, I don't feel much fear. I'm numb.

"Ed!! Come here! Hurry, we're fucked! Get out of there!" The screaming voice over the intercom cuts off and Ed scrambles over to the door.

I'm alone again, yay me.

Lonely...I'm mr.lonely...

I honestly am up for some fried chicken.

Did the chicken or the egg come first?

What am I talking about? Do I honestly want my last thoughts to be me, thinking about chicken?

Maybe....

I roll over, straining my ears to the speakers to hear if there's anything going on, but it's just static.

*bang....bang...(into the room)..bang*

It sounds like somethings being thrown around, it has to be heavy or else the speakers wouldn't have picked it up.

What's going on?

"....No!....Stop!........where is he......room....stomach..."

I can't believe they're talking about me behind my back, Whatever I don't give a fuck.

"....I'm gonna kill.....try it....no!....Liam st-"

Liam?! He's here? Yes! A smile forms on my face, all the hope I've lost slowly pieces back together. I might get out of here alive!

"Liam!" I groan out, my voice is weak and ragged. I repeat his name, my voice echoes of the walls.

I begin to cry, I sob his name, I'm so overwhelmed with joy that I can't hold back my tears. I finally have an escape, I can turn those ruthless fuckers in. Nick and Ed are going to get it, I'm showing no mercy with them.

"In here! Can't you hear me?" I cry, my body shaking and withering. My stomach is still bloodied, each movement of my body sends shocks of pain to the damaged area.

Why is he so slow?! If he keeps dragging his ass, my stomach might get worse!

I sit in my corner, freezing cold and on the verge of death. My eyes wander towards the pieces of meat that Ed tried to give me. I'm so hungry....maybe it's not as bad as it looks?

I tenderly grab a piece and hold it up to my face. Definitely meat, i can tell by the texture. Since it's still  dark, I can't see very well, so I take a whiff of it.

I immediately throw it to the ground....human flesh. I was supposed to eat raw flesh? Sick.

*creeeeak* the door opens... (I was legit gonna stop here and cliff hang but nah fam)

"Niall?"

"Safaa what the fuck are you doing here?" How the hell did she get...what?

"Naughty word! Zayn and Liam took me here. This isn't Barbie world..." She trails off, totally unaffected by the scenery.

"Safaa? Where are you?" A voice echos in the hall. I can't quite distinguish it, I'm really woozy.

"Here, Zayn!" Safaa giggles and pranced over to me, then she gasped when she saw my stomach.

"His stomach is weird!" She yells to Zayn.

Wow thanks for making me feel body positive...yeet.

"Safaa stay there and keep talking to me." Zayn commands, trying to seek out Safaa and I.

It's over, he's going to find me. After all this time I've been trying to keep away from him, he's always just wanted to help me and keep me safe.

With this new realization, I feel somewhat peaceful, and I close my eyes.

"Zayn he's sleeping!" I hear Safaa yell, she sounds distant.

I feel so tired, I just want to drift off into sleep.

So I do, and the last thing I hear are screams from Zayn.
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Who wants to buy me cheesecake and some literal Louis Vuitton?