TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Prologue

The sound of thunder crackled loudly as the rain poured heavily down on anyone that dared to go outside, soaking you completely just by going out for a few seconds. This is the weather you'd seen on television, watching as they discussed how dangerous a hurricane could be... And that it was most likely safe if you didn't go out.

I was unfortunately one of these people who went outside, like a idiot, I didn't have a choice though, I had to be here. I sighed as I opened the doors, stepping into the building away from the likes of outside. But that was just the least of my problems, however I don't know what's worse. The fact it's freezing rain outside and I got caught in it or  the fact they have the air conditioning blasting. It was like they wanted to punish people for being here. They wanted to punish people for showing up, just to support a criminal. As if we all had a choice but just decided to be here instead of home, it was horrid.

I rubbed at my damp sweater, attempting to create some type of warmth just to lower the chances of me capturing pneumonia, maybe if I did it could be an excuse to get me to leave earlier. It technically wouldn't be a full on life, I really was in pain. But it wasn't like I could even feel it, my mind was elsewhere. I took in in everything as I looked around the busy building, sucking in a breath once I saw her standing there.  There was no way, out of all places she decided to be here. Not out of support for me or my friends, but out of spite. The pure coldness in her heart overshadowed everyone.

It was just like her, to do that and make me feel more awful and absolutely wish that night had never even happened. But who am I to say anything? I was the cause of it all, I just wish I had stuck to my mindset. Maybe it would've been easier for me...

I sighed looking away, placing my head down as I walked slowly towards her, my mother. She instantly gasped when she saw me, walking up and engulfing me in a tight hug. It felt like a life time since I allowed affection, I wasn't ready to get that back just yet. Especially from her, I can't remember the last time I've hugged her and it was genuine. This could almost past as sweet, if she wasn't here for her own selfish reasons.

It wasn't like I didn't wanna hug her, at the moment, I wasn't in the mood. I could barely open my mouth to talk without feeling the need to cry, I haven't talked in weeks. I haven't felt any emotion other than sadness for almost a month straight. I'm pretty sure this sadness was the longer than when my dad passed away. It wasn't even this major, although it'd hurt way too much.

It was simply depression, I don't know how long I've been inside, but it felt like an eternity. Every since that night it was like the ground had swallowed me up, physically I am alive but mentality I wasn't here. Not one bit.

"Honey, are you sure that you want to be here?" She pulled back, looking me in the face, she knew I wasn't alright, I was far from it.  When I didn't say anything, she sighed to herself. Obviously hating herself for what has happened, if only she understood that it was no one's fault. No one else's fault but mine.