2. Chapter 2 (1/2)

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liam p.o.v.

i stepped outside of the concert hall, hoping for some fresh air and quiet. as much as i love the fans, they can get really loud. having a little bit of claustrophobia doesn't help…

i guess i got lost: both in my thoughts and direction-wise. (sorry, dorky pun intended.) i ended up in the city slums, where the side walk was cracked, ashes of unidentifiable objects floated through the air. i sighed, and nearly coughed. at least zayn was trying to quit, these people probably had lung cancer from head to toe.

some american prostitutes shouted at me, half drunk and half stoned. i wasn't in the mood though. danielle and i had just

oken up, and i didn't really want to get involved with anyone. it turns out that she was cheating on me with cody simpson, and that stung.

i stepped under a flickering streetlight, only to see six 'gangsters' surround me, except for one direction which led into a dark alley. i carefully steeped that way, making sure to keep my head down and my guard up.

i didn't get too far though; they rushed at me, weapons clattering down behind them. they punched, kicked, and shoved me. i countered their attacks as long as i could, but there were too many. i finally had to drop down, covering my head and protecting my torso, hoping, praying they wouldn't get to the one kidney i had left.

they stood over me, kicking and laughing,

inging back so many memories that i wouldn't have liked to

ing up. school lots,

uises, bleeding lips, black eyes, threats, spitting, shoving, hitting, faces, names, darkness, light, failure, depression…