Fine Lines and Second Chances (a Niall Horan fan-fic)

Chapter 3 - Numb

It took a few, minutes for people to figure out what I was doing. I was locked onto this cocky boy and nothing was going to stop me. My eyes had gone from their normal bright hazel to a dark brown, as if changing with my mood. Jim was the first to notice my change in demeanor and realized my intentions when I slowly stood up. He started talking to me to try and clam me down and divert my attention. When he knew I was ignoring him he tried to physically stop me by grabbing my arm. I easily shook him off and to his surprise too. I kept stalking towards this mystical boy with a death sentence flashing in my eyes. His smile told me he was enjoying my reaction. I didn't care though. I was about half way to my target when three of the interrogation boys attacked me, causing me to fall to the floor. It didn't faze me. I used my small size to my advantage and quickly slid from the pile. I continued to walk even though others kept trying to stop me. They were somewhat surprised at my determination and my ability to evade all my captors. I was a few feet from the boy, by now the entire station was focused on me and my mission. The men escorting him had stopped and were waiting for me to reach them. None of them were too excited to see me so close. I quickened my pace to delete the remaining space between us, and to the police officers' shock I jumped on the juvenile and my hands found their way around his neck. My momentum knocked us all down. I carried on my struggle to eliminate this mistake of a person even after I had hit my head hard on the floor. Now the felon was free and was fighting back, but I wasn't letting him go. The officers had finally gotten up from the collision and were trying to pry me off of this boy that had ruined my life. They finally succeeded in loosening the unconscious male from my death grip and had taken him to the back to be checked over and admitted into the jail system. A few women were crying in fear and others were looking on with interest. Jim came up to me and took my shoulders in his large hands and turned me to face him. My eyes were still dark and I still had a frightening look on my face. He shook me trying to bring me back from my darkened state and to figure out what the hel was wrong with me. I slowly came back to my normal shy self. I looked around at the scene of the people getting off the floor and the scared citizens staring at me like I was a lunatic. I touched my throbbing head and flinched as my fingers came in contact with the wound. I quickly drew my hand back and shook at the sight of my blood covered fingertips. I questioningly looked up at Jim for answers and that's when I saw the cut on his arm that I inflicted when I was subconsciously on a killing mission.

" What happened?" I cried.

"You went to a subconscious killing state when you saw Louis, the boy that wrecked with your mom and killed her." he said warily looking down at me.

"H..how..why..wha..what is wrong with me?" I screamed at Jim in fear, "why can't I remember anything?".

"I..I don't know Atari, I really don't," he stammered as he realized I had been as hurt as anyone else.

"I'm a monster...I'm my mom reincarnated!" I shouted as the realization sank in. I took in my surroundings better now that I wasn't as hazy. I started to cry and then I collapsed to the floor as I went into shock.

"Oh sweetie NO, no you aren't anything like your mom." Jim talked to me in a voice that made me remember my dad. I started crying even harder. I didn't care that I was in the middle of a police station surrounded by many curious on-lookers.

"Sweetheart, come with me so we can get that head wound looked at and doctored up." Sarah said to me like I was a child. I looked up at her and saw complete fright in her eyes. I stood up and waited until the dizziness left and I darted out the door. I heard gasps and people talking, but the one thing that I heard clearly was the shout that Jim made after me.

"Atari wait! It wasn't your fault! It's ok, come back!" his clear voice belted at me.

I ran blindly into the woods to get away from the scene that I had created in my darkened state. I was crying for every reason that was possible. I wanted to get away from everything. I thought about what had happened and had concluded that I was a danger. I wanted to fix this but I couldn't show my face again. I decided to go back to my house.

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When I reached my house I ran through the door that I had left unlocked. I ran up to my room and bolted the door behind me. I fumbled for the light switch since it was already dark and I couldn't see. I found it and flipped it on. I stumbled to my bed and lifted the mattress. I found my little cutting tool and grabbed it in my hand, a little to tightly because it dug into my soft skin and the sticky red liquid oozed out. I didn't even feel it in my shaken mood. I took my long-sleeved shirt off, sat down, and made a lot of big and deep cuts into my light stomach, then I went to my cold wrists. I paused for a moment and then remembered what I had just done and then continued on my blood spilling spree. I made about five deep horizontal cuts onto each wrist. I laid there letting the numb sensation spread over my body. I leaned back on my bed as I closed my eyes as I felt the effect of blood loss overcome my body. I fell into a deep and dark unconscious oblivion.