Sociopath (Niall Horan Fanfic)

two.

Alison stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was three in the morning and she couldn't sleep. An awful nightmare kept her awake - was it even called a nightmare if it really happened? She shook her head the rid the thoughts, and took a sip of water.

She thought she was getting better, but it had only been a little over the month and she couldn't get better that quickly. The nights were always the worst; she didn't want to take her medicine before bed, but in order to not have flashbacks of the horrible night, she had to.

Opening the mirror, she grabbed the bottle and put the pill in her mouth, swallowing it down with water. She closed her eyes for a moment, hearing that voice in her head: "Alice, what did you do it?"

"Shut up," she quietly spoke, squeezing her eyes shut.

"I'm not going away, whether you like it or not."

She took slow deep breaths, trying to block out the voice. The dream is just getting to me, she thought. There was no way she was hearing their voice; they were dead.

Finally, she walked out of the bathroom and back to her bedroom, grabbing her cell phone and dialing her grandfather's number.

"Grandfather," she breathed out quietly.

"What's wrong, Al?" he asked her, worried etched in his voice.

Alison bit her bottom lip. "I can hear voices.." she whispered.

Her grandfather sighed. "Have you been taking your medicine?"

"Off and on," she admitted. She didn't like taking the medication. It made her feel like being herself was wrong, and she should be someone else. She didn't think the pills were helping her anyways.

"Do you want to get better?" he asked her. Did she?

She thought about her answer carefully. If she did get better, then she could be happy and not have to worry about repeating her past or being locked up again, but for good this time. If she didn't get better, she was afraid of when it would happen again and to whom. She convinced herself that she was normal, but she knew the real answer.

"Listen," her grandfather broke her away from her thoughts. "Why don't you sleep it off, okay? Then when you wake up, everything will be all right. Trust me."

The blonde girl nodded to herself. "Okay, grandfather. I will, goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said before hanging up and going back to sleep.

Alison sighed as she put on a pair of shoes. She needed some fresh air. She ran her fingers through her messy curly hair, her makeup from the previous day still in perfect condition. She must have forgotten to wash it off before she fell asleep.

Even though it was three in the morning, she knew people would be roaming the streets. After all, this was the city that never slept. Alison slipped on a light jacket, then made her way out to the city.

As she thought, people were still on the streets - either club hopping or taking a late night stroll like she was. The smell of coffee filled her senses, and she smiled to herself. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep for awhile, so why not get a cup of coffee?

She walked her petite body into the cafe, and ordered herself a small coffee. When she handed the cashier some cash, she walked back out into the chilly air. She leaned her body against the brick wall near the alley, enjoying the night air and her coffee.

Alison felt a presence beside her, but she didn't give it much thought. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing out here this late at night?" the person said.