the boy i am........isn't me (spanking)

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This chapter was inspired by a poem I made a few months ago, SO ENJOY!

This story is so bad, I am so sorry 

Niall was falling. He knew that, but soon it became a blur that made his mind slow down and his heart race; it was like he was on drugs. Colors sprung all over and he did not know if he was hallucinating or if the Cheshire boy was playing mind games on him. He only knew that he was slowly shutting down and his eyes were heavy like stone. His body was giving out from all the rush of falling, and he just wanted it to stop.  But he could not think much longer before his eyes finally closed as if they were curtains from a window and his body shut down like a machine being removed from its plug. He did not know if this was over, or a hell of a new start of being a fucking show clown.

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After a few seconds-Wait! no a few minutes? Or hours, possibly days? Weeks, months, years? Who knew but the blonde woke up from his deep, drugged slumber. His back was in sheering pain and his mind was cloudy and dizzy. He did not remember much, but it was lacking identity and direction. Was it suppose to matter to him? It didn't, because all that he was focusing on was the older blonde kid in front of him; staring at him with a wide grin that was almost leer from how wild it was. His flifty hand was outstretched, reaching for Niall. He was a madman.

"Hello there friend!" The boy greeted his voice mad and crazy lacing from his tone. He grabs Niall's hand and yanks him to his feet. The enthusiasm leaking from his spirt can make your heart race, but it was also pretty fucking annoying. Niall barely had time to process all this, never mind this basket case. "What brings you here laying on the dirty ground? I haven't seen you around here in this neighborhood before!" He rushed out in one word as he forcefully dusted Niall off and patted his back that made the air be knocked out of Niall.

He had to cough for a few seconds before getting himself together

"W-what?" Niall stared at him, not knowing who he was and what was going on. For all he knew the boy could have raped him.

sucks?

"Oh, dear me! I have forgotten to introduce myself, my apologizes! My name is Riley." The boy sprung out his hand and grabbed Niall's (that was on his side) and shook with such force and power before letting go. Niall had to rest rolling his shoulders, because it became so stiff and painful from that "hand shake". He looked at Niall with the same wide, toothy grin waiting for the confused blonde to introduce himself.

Niall eyed him suspiciously, taking in his appearance. He was nothing special, just a guy with bleached hair (A/N he looks like the lead singer from My Chemical Romance). He was crazy, mad.  He was too entusastic which made him seem a lunatic, but wasn't everyone? Besides, what did Niall have to lose? Life was life until you made death out of a it.

So he trusted this lunatic and introduced himself, "I am Neil," he thought for a moment "I think?" Riley tilted his head to the side in confusion wondering why a puzzling boy comes into this part of the broken down not knowing who he is; he must be on crack. "I don't know." Niall signed, "my mind is in a fog."

Riley shrugged, brushing off such an idea of the strange blonde being on crack. He could not imagine his new friend, "Neil," coming low from a high and besides he was too young and innocent. . "Oh dear friend, we all lose ourselves at one point or another," He puts his arms around Niall, who was a few inches shorter than him, and presses him closer towards his side. "Besides, this is where broken sprits go." He thought for a minute before another shit-eating grin was painted on his haunting pale lips. "Maybe you can remember if you help me on my personal quest!" He squeals and yanks Niall by his wrist and drags him down the street before stopping and looking at the road, wondering which direction they must go on their "quest."