When Everything is Nothing. (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Torn

"Illusion never changed,

into something real

I'm wide awake and I can see the

perfect sky is torn

You're a little late,

I'm already torn."

The more they sang, the more the flashbacks started blurring my vision, the lyrics meaning something much different to me.

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11 October, 2002.

10:30 in the morning.

The bustling screeches of cars whizzed around Limerick, as my mum took my hand and quickly guided me down a long flight of stairs in the middle of the sidewalk leading to the subway underground.

With each step I grew a bit more nervous.

I had never ridden the underground train before.

My mum refused to take me down there, she said it was where bad people who do bad things were.

But we had to.

Our car had gotten stolen.

We needed to leave the area we were living in and go elsewhere.

Mum never said why, but I had a feeling.

In books, I would always see pictures of beautiful homes, with breath-taking views of meadows and wide-pained windows.

In our flat, the windows were boarded up with metal bars, and beyond those metal bars was just the side of another building, with rust stains leaking down it.

We stepped out onto the platform, and watched a few trains whir by. Ours wasn't due to come until 10:40, but my mum didn't want us to miss it.

Slung on my back was a small bag containing most of my possessions; a blanket, pillow, my teddy, ticket, some clean clothes, and some money incase I got lost.

My mum carried a suitcase with her that held virtually everything else we owned, which wasn't much.

But it didn't phase us because we had each other, and in my eyes, my world seemed perfect.

The cement tunnel walls were all decorated with multitudes of paint forming words I had never seen before.

Mummy kept glancing at her watch, again, and again, her brown eyes darting up every so often to peer around at our surroundings.

The horn of the train became more and more audible, as its lights lit up the dim tunnel.

One huge man in a white tank top and a single gold chain around his neck came strolling over to us. His head bore no hair on top, but was made up for by a wispy beard dangling from his chin.

He made a whistling noise at my mum, and she began backing up.

"Honey listen, as soon as the train pulls up I want you to go in as fast as you can. Do you understand me? Don't stop and wait for Mummy, I'll catch up with you okay." She whispered quickly, her breath quivering, as she pulled me behind her back, using herself as a wall between myself and the man.

Two more men, one with dark skin, a leather jacket, and yellow teeth, the other with long dreadlocks, showed up soon after and joined the man.

"Look who we have here."

"Aren't you a pretty one?" The original man smiled, displaying his rotten teeth, before scanning my mum up and down piggishly.

They stalked closer and closer, sinister smiles occupying their hideous faces, until the first man with the beard was breathing on my mum's neck.

"You'd be a lot prettier without all of those clothes," he hooked a finger on her jacket and attempted to pull it off her.

The train whistled to a stop to our left.

My mum stopped him abruptly before kicking him in between his legs.

He buckled over, and the two other men advanced toward her-

I don't think that men was the appropriate term, they seemed more like nightmares. Evil dwelled in their eyes as they each lunged at her.

I remember her turning around to face me, her long, dark hair fanning around her shoulders, as her light brown eyes darkened with fear.

She lifted both her hands at me and shoved me towards the train.

Reluctantly, I did what I had been told.

I began running as fast as my little legs could take me until I reached the door to the train, the entrance sliding shut behind me.

I glanced out the window to see my mum backing into the corner as the man with the dreads began rifling through her suitcase.

The other reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at my mum's head.

As the one in the dreads continued searching, he pulled out multiple items and stuffed them in his pockets.

He spoke something to the other man and they both turned to leave.

The one who had held my mum gunpoint a moment prior turned back around to face my mother, doubting his previous decision.

My mum's big brown eyes darted towards me, in what seemed like a final plea, as the last bit of life was drawing from her eyes.

With out even flinching, the man withdrew the gun back out and pointed it at her.

One guard began rushing towards her in attempt to help, but it was too late.

Everybody once existed on the earth, and still to this day might.

Only few actually live though, taking chances, making mistakes, and fulfilling it with the ones you love.

I was the only one to witness that opportunity become robbed from my mother, as the man pulled the trigger.