The sound of a clock ticking is all I hear as I lay awake, thinking.
It's around 2:30 am, as I get up from my bed and pad over towards the door.
I walk to the bathroom that I once shared with my four best mates.
I've decided can't take it anymore.
I can't bear the silence anymore.
I need to his voice again.
I need to hear their voices again
I look in the mirror and wince in horror.
The person I see in the reflection doesn't look like me.
This person isn't the Zayn Malik my fans know.
I sigh as I look over the purple and blue shadows under my eyes from countless sleepless nights.
The terrible tangled mess that my hair had become, and my unshaven face.
And worst of all. My bear arms filled with burn marks and deep cuts starting from my wrists to my elbows.
The result of losing my best friends.
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I will be updateding if you all would like~
Let's explore that wilderness together.