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III

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School and everything was EXTREMELY stressful and time consuming the past 2 semesters, and it is finally summer. It has been almost a year, AND I'M SO SORRY PLEASE LOVE ME STILL. Anyway, here's part III, and the other parts will continue to come. I'm not lying this time. Enjoy!

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My hands were cold. 

It was the type of rare cold that numbed the cuticles and tinted them red. The kind that refused to warm up, relishing in the A/C of the obnoxiously white room. It felt as though the walls and floors were dotted with spikes, pricking me with guilt. Teasing my mind with the image.

The rest of my body was only borderline cold, due to the warm blanket I was given. But the blanket didn't keep away the goosebumps. I put my head down on the silver table, but lifted it back up slightly when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in it. My head looked distorted and small. I felt distorted and small.

It didn't happen. Not to me. This IS NOT happening. I'm looking into someone else's life. This is just a book I am reading. 

This was not real.

That thought went from a whisper to a scream in my head. It was incredible how loud my mental room was, and how silent this room was. I was trying to convince myself of something, I knew in my broken heart, was false. 

And so, my body shivered constantly and my mind slowly tore itself to pieces for a little while. 

Then, the door opened. 

He was average height with sunglasses on, EVEN THOUGH he was in a dimly lit room and it was NIGHT TIME. People these days. But, while I was caught up on that, he had his attention turned to me. He looked shocked. 

"They didn't even fucking clean you? Give you clothes? God you look like a-excuse my french- fucking mess!" 

I stared at him, slightly startled, and examined my surroundings. It was surprisingly the first time I had actually looked at the room since I had got here. Living in my own head, I guess. When I looked down at myself, I saw dried blood and dried vomit decorating me. I then remembered it all happening at once. I looked over at the reflective table, and there was smeared blood where I had rested my arms, which then forced another memory. The blanket was also graffitied with blood, and it looked like there had been multiple murders happen just right here. 

Wow, great choice of words there, Aveline. 

"Hold on." The man, who's name tag read "Horan", suddenly exclaimed. I nodded but he didn't even look at me. He left the room. 

 Another long while until a noise other than my rigid sobs were heard. A knock. 

It was small, and there was only one, but it was there. It echoed through the room, and my head popped up from being in my hands as my elbows rested on that stupid silver table. 

Then came another. 

I didn't know what to do. Police usually don't knock before they enter a police interrogation room. Or, at least I think it's a police interrogation room. 

The knob finally turned, and you wouldn't have guessed who it was. 

"Thank god I found you. You're hard to find, chick. They told me what happened, I had to sweet talk them into THAT one, but I'm not supposed to be in here so be quiet. I didn't know you were her room mate. Im so sorry, you want a hug? Are you cold? You look cold. These god damn rooms are always so cold. You're not a criminal, why are you in here? Wait, what the hell? you're covered in blood! Oh my go-" 

I stood. He silenced. I slightly slouched after a moment. 

"Why are you here?" I sounded exasperated and tired. 

He shrugged. 

"I don't even know you.'' 

"Everyone needs someone." 

"You're not....wrong....But... But isn't this like illegal or something? How did you get in here? You said you're not supposed be in here, are we gonna get in trouble?!" I started crying then. 

"I can't do this. I don't even know your name." 

"It's Niall. My names Niall Horan and-'' 

"You're that policeman's son?" 

"Exactly."

"I thought he was gonna get me some clean clothes. I've been in this forever." 

"Don't worry, SuperHoran is at your service. I'll sneak some in here." He proceeded to leave, but then paused and whipped around. 

"Almost forgot." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie. 

"I brought chocolate. For you, your heinous" He bowed and handed it to me. Even though I didn't have an appetite whatsoever, I took it. He opened the door and looked at me. 

"I think this was the first occasion you actually talked to me in coherent sentences. Keep it up." He winked and left quickly. 

I put my head down, and the tears slowly fell down my face, but it didn't hurt this time. I miss her already.

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