Mad {A Niam Fanfic}

Chapter 16- The Quiet Room

**LIAMS POV**

I sat at the dirt infested table, keeping my head down, trying to keep to myself, ignoring the people picking at my food tray, and shoving me around as they laughed with eachother.

Why am I here? The question that keeps floating into my mind. Why did they lock me in here? Does my family know? Friends? I have no fucking clue.

Sniffling up my anger, I slightly hit the table, running a hand through my hair, and biting my finger, holding tears back. I numbly rubbed over my face, as some guy next to me kept hitting my arm as he told perverted jokes, telling others tales about what he's done. He began to tell one in such detail, one that was so sickening I could feel even the emptiness in my stomach begin to come up as I dry heaved. He made it clear he was in here for rape and murder.

Why wouldn't they separate people like him away from the rest of us? Sick fucks like him deserve to either rot away in prison or be killed, not placed in here. He knew damn well about what he did and how wrong it was.

I glared at him from the side, my jaw tensing up as he kept spitting, his smile filled with piss yellow, crooked teeth. He saw my irritation, backing off, his stories ending, the others whining.

This place is bullshit. The procedure they did on Niall was bullshit. He was just an experiment. Once I found out what truly lies behind the 'Hanksville Mental Institution', they grew scared and threw me in here out of panic. Those fucking cowards.

I balled my fist up, angrily running my hands through my hair again, wiggling my nose in pain, accidentally pulling my hair. I shakily let out a breath, tears welling up in my eyes. I looked around, wiping at my eyes, trying to find Niall. I rested my chin on my hand, waiting to find him.
I shouldn't be here. Niall shouldn't be here.
I spotted a blonde head of hair dart towards me, I stood up, smiling in relief, him immediately wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"What are you doing here?" Niall asked into my shoulder, crying. I squeezed him, taking in his every feature and fragrance, letting out a long sigh into his neck.

"What are you doing here?" He repeated himself, wiping at his eyes. I gave a pitiful smile, sitting him down in my seat, crouching down, out of the guards view. I rubbed my knees, taking in the cracked tiled floor, laughing in anger at my stupidity.

"Well, after your surgery.. I knew what they were doing.. I got angry and threatened them - throwing some things and shoving the guards - doctors - and they labeled me as 'unstable' and that 'I needed to undergo treatment for my mental disorder'." I bit my lip, looking down as I shook my head.

"There's something wrong with this place." He said, smacking the hands of thieves as they reached for my food. He sighed, giving up, turning back to me, face in his hands, his elbows rested on his knees.

"This is all my fault.. All my fault.. My fault." He raised his voice, beginning to scratch at his buzzed head, the scratching developing into hitting.

"My fault! My fault! Stupid! They got to me, Liam! Stupid, I am! My fault!" I grabbed his hands, holding them to my chest, my chest aching as I realized what was happening.

"My fault, Niall. Stop. It was my fault. I should've known acting like that would've gotten me nowhere good. My fault, okay?" I gently placed a kiss on his knuckles, placing another on his head. My lips lingered as the stubble of hairs tickled them, Niall's head moving, another pair of lips replaced in its spot. I smiled, opening my eyes, leaning back, already knowing they saw and we were soon to be escorted out.

"I love you, Niall. Don't forget that." I whispered into his ear, my head forcefully being snapped back, a big man in a white coat putting me in a hold. I laughed bitterly, looking up into his eyes.

"Fuck you." I spat at him. He wrapped my arms around my back, picking me up with his arms around my chest.

I submissively walked with him as he dragged me out. Another big guy helped, picking my legs up. They hauled me down the long, dark hall, turning down an unfamiliar corridor with only one door at the end.

A worrisome feeling grew in the pit of my stomach as I came closer to the big steel door.

"Welcome to, what we call, the quiet room." The man holding my arms, spat. The guy that was following us, opened the bulky door, the man that spoke tossing me in, glaring at me. I landed on my hands and knees, looking back at them, only spotting them in the crack as the door was slammed tight. Feeling around in the darkness, I could only feel a squishy flooring.

Some kind of foam?

"This..." I breathed out, falling onto my back.

This is the room Niall talked about before. The one that he hated. It's a padded room.

"Fuck!" I screamed, yanking at my gown. I squinted, attempting to make out where the walls ended. I turned around, my back facing the door as I tried to figure out what to do when I heard a loud cling. I looked over my shoulder, twisting back around as I noticed a small squarish opening in the door.

Almost like a slot.

I crawled over to it, peeking through.

"Hello?" I mumbled through the hole. I wiggled my fingers through, drawing them in as someone shoved them back through. A pair of blue eyes appeared, wrinkles of worry around them.

"Liam!" Niall cried, jiggling the door knob. I smiled, happy to see him.

"You escaped them?" I laughed. He peeked back through the hole, his eyes darting around the room.

"This is the room I told you about!" He whispered, fear creeping into his voice. His eyes landed on the darkest corner of the room as I laughed nervously.

"I know." I scooted to the door, not daring to look behind me into the hungry darkness. His eyes widened, his hand reaching through to grab mine.

"You have to get out! Out! Out! Out! He's there! There! There! There!" He pulled my hand, yanking me onto my feet, pulling my arm through the door until my face smacked against the metal.

"Niall!" I mumbled, rubbing the door in pain.

"I'll be fine. Please, let go." I grunted, slightly turning my head towards the corner Niall was fixated on. I looked closer, squinting my eyes to see through the dimness, falling silent, the only noise coming from Niall's struggle.

There's... something...

I saw a black figure faced towards me.
I jumped, yanking my arm back through, hearing a thump on the other side, Niall yelping. I panicked, looking through the slot.

"Niall! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He bent back down to my level, holding the side of his head, nodding.

"I'm okay." He pouted. I attempted to kiss him but only brushed his lips.

"You better go back before they catch you." I sighed, holding his face in my hand.

"Be careful. And please act good. I'll fix this.." He nodded, kissing my hand before walking away.

"..Somehow." I spoke softly, under my breath. I turned back to the corner, slowly walking to the figure. I held my breath, feeling my way through the darkness, my hands never leaving the wall. I approached the thing, crying out in relief.

It was only a blanket.

I sat down on the soft fabric, scratching my arm as I began to get lost in the eerie silence. I felt the thick blanket between my fingers, pulling part of it over my shoulders.

"This is-" I jumped as a light flickered on, the sound of it buzzing through my ears. It slightly swung back and forth as the faint light crept up and down the walls, my own shadows beginning to terrify me.

I felt like a lost child alone in a nightmare. I missed my home and I missed my bed, but most of all, I missed Niall.

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Short, I know. Just a little something to get my stories up and running again until I decide what to do with them. Not sure if I'm going to continue them or not. These stories are awful XD. I might delete all of my stories and start fresh.

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