"How can you make peace, when there is a war raging inside of you?

How can you make something right, when everything is wrong?

How can you help something heal, when you yourself are broken?"

Flashing lights blinded her as she stepped out of the tall building. She could barely make out the faces of the huge crowd surrounding her, just hearing the constant 'click' of cameras and the waves of questions that were shot at her.

She had a hard time concentrating on their words that were thrown at her, as she felt like she was suffocating in the small space they left for her to breathe. The fact that they seemed to come closer and closer with every passing second, didn't really do anything to ease her mind, making the space she had left seem smaller, and breathing heavier.

Once she made out the words that were being said, she wished she hadn't.

"How do you feel about Zayn's new album?"

"Ms Karrson, do you think Zayn had an affair with Gigi, while he was an relationship with you?"

"How does it feel to get dumped for an international model?"

"What do you think of the music video 'Pillowtalk'?"

"Is it true that 'Pillowtalk' was written with your help?"

"Was it really dedicated to you?"

"If it was, how is it seeing him make out with his new girlfriend in the music video?"

Questions over questions, never ending. One crueller than the other, but all of them finding their target. Her heart. And shattering the already broken organ into smaller and smaller pieces, until there was nothing but ashes left.

She knew she shouldn't let these words hurt her, after all they were meant to hurt, just to get some kind of reaction out of her. But the only reaction they got, was her frozen in her place, like a statue with no kind of emotion, only a single tear escaping her right eye and trickling down her cheek. The only proof that she felt anything at all.

Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to move. The problem with the words thrown at her was, that they were true. For once media didn't ramble on about something senseless that was a complete lie. For once the thing they were talking about was a complete and utterly true fact, that was unavoidable. And it hurt. It hurt so bloody much and she couldn't do anything to make it better. Not scream, not shout, not cry and even pushing these people aside to get away from here, would do anything to make her feel better. Cause even if she did all of those, it wouldn't make the truth a lie.

She didn't know how long she stood there like that, blankly starring at the flashing lights surrounding her, as more questions were thrown at her.

In the end it was an arm slung over her shoulder, that brought her out of her trance.

The clicks and flashing of the cameras seemed to increase at the appearance of this new addition. "Come on, Eve. Let's get you out of this mess", a familiar voice whispered into her ear, only for her to hear. This was about everything it took to bring the girl back to her senses.

Immediately she ducked her head, so that she was facing the ground, shielding her face with her hair. Doing exactly what she had learned to do since she joined this business a few years course it was too late for that, they had enough pictures for a life time. Still she wouldn't allow for them to have enough for a second one.

After moving their hand to the small of her back, the person now guided her out of there.

Even though the crowd indeed parted, after practically being forced to by someone in the front, who she assumed to be a bodyguard, it didn't stop them from keeping on asking questions and taking pictures.

"What do you think about Zayn and Evelyn's break up?", no answer.

"Is 'Leve ' now a true thing?", the person beside her just ignored them and kept on walking, long used to assumptions and things to get them on edge.

"Is this the real reason why Zayn broke up with Ms Karrson?", she felt the hand on her back stiffen at that question, but nevertheless there was no response.

"How is it, seeing one of your best friends being dumped by your ex band-mate?", many more of this ridiculous questions were now directed at theformer boy band member. But he didn't answer a single one of them, just continuing on walking.

They both reached a black car. He made sure she got inside, before going in after her, shutting the door and finally driving away from the damn paparazzi.

Evelyn relaxed in her seat closing her eyes and just concentrating on her breathing, calming her racing heart.

Feeling the burning stare of someone at the side of her face, she turned her head, meeting a pair of light brown eyes. A pang of hurt soared through her heart, as there was yet another thing reminding her of him. She turned her head to the opposite direction, looking out of the window and letting the tears that had gathered in her eyes escape.

They didn't even have the same eyes, not even close. Even the colour..., his were far darker, nevertheless it was enough to set her off. She wouldn't be able to handle it, it hurt just too much. Having people follow you around, that kept reminding you of just how much it hurt wouldn't really help her. Not in the slightest.

So then and there she made a decision. She didn't want it to hurt and affect her the way it did, it just made her feel pathetic. Crying over someone, who had long forgotten about her. This was neither good for her, nor the people around her. The ones who wanted to help her, fix her. Didn't they realise the only person, who was able to do it, was the one who broke it in the first place?

No, she had to stop, get better, get over him. Or at least, let it seem that way, because she would probably never be able to return back to how she was before all that, never feel like it. What an irony, she never thought she would ever wish to feel like she did in her past . She never thought it could be worse then, well but it was now.

So she chose the only think she could think of in as situation like this: run.

"I-I can't take this any longer. I need a break...need to just work all this out and j-just comprehend all this myself. A-And to do this I-I've to go away, I think I just have to escape all this craziness that's called media for a while, Liam", she sighed, still looking out the window. Maybe this made her a coward, hiding and trying to escape her problems, instead of focusing and solving them, but she didn't would rather be Evelyn Marissa Karrson the coward who ran away from her problems, then Evelyn Marissa Karrson the girl that got dumped by Zayn Malik for the international model Gigi Hadid.

And so she ran...

Hello everyone!

So this is the Introduction. Of course some things might still be confusing, but that's just because the story just began. Questions will slowly be answered as the story continues.

English is not my native language, so I apologise for every mistakes I do and don't see. It'd be great if you would point them out. It would be awesome if you'd leave your opinion in a comment below, or vote. It would be greatly appreciated and would mean a lot. But even if not than I thank you for reading and I hope you keep on reading.