I Am Cannibal - Ziall

The Abandoned House

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Twigs snapping, loud sobs, legs sprinting, evergreen trees every five feet. And for what purpose did Niall want to run away for? It was only his parents, the ones who locked him up in his room, the ones who took away his freedom, and social life. Of course Niall didn't want to see his parents as the antagonists in this situation. No matter how stubborn, or unfair his parents treated him, he knew deep down inside he would always love and care for them. 

Not anymore, at least. His alleged boyfriend killed them. No wait, he ate them, ripped to shreds, blood everywhere, was Niall suppose to hold a funeral with only skeletons? White skulls and cracked bones? The thought only made the dirty blond run faster, he didn't even know where he was running. For only who he knew he was going to fall into a ravine. 

And he prayed that he would, he hoped for the worst. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that Zayn might actually make out alive. No no he can't, the fire was raging, he couldn't have survived! They should all burn, burn in hell! Repeating the same thing over and over again, he was so infatuated with the idea of them dying. They were cannibals anyways, they were going to hell as it is, Niall just helped speed up the process. Although, he couldn't help but feel guilty as he welcomed the Devil to four more demons. And soon he'd have the fallen angel in the dark depths of hell.

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He finally saw a road, a road with no passing cars or deers in sight. Just a plain old road, with trees around the sides. The Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Niall thought. Or the highway to hell, he had no doubt in mind that Zayn was being burned alive, so he would do whatever it costs in order to see him again. 

But what's the fastest way of committing suicide? Cutting? Falling off a cliff? Over-dosing? No, it has to be something that isn't already commonly used. He walked along the road contemplating and using his keen mind in order to come up with the perfect solution. But every time he thought about it he just kept hearing Zayn's voice screaming. Screaming in agony, yelling out pleas, forgiveness, and begging. 

"NO!" Niall shouted at himself, erasing the dreaded name from his memory box. He kept trying to  tell his mind to delete all the memories he had with those animals, but Niall knew damn well the mind didn't work like that. "Fuck!" 

He sprinted again, but this time he saw wheels rolling down his path. Smoke polluting the air from it's exhaustion pipe, an eighteen wheeler. Should he do it? It's absurd to fathom the thought of somebody- willingly jump in front of a truck. 

The truck was ten feet away from Niall, and he finally decided... 

He would find another way of committing suicide. He wanted something that will make him scream like Zayn did, make himself suffer no matter what. And he promised himself he'd find a way to do so.

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[2 hours after the incident]

Niall finally entered the town and he decided to walk around. He might as well do whatever he wanted to do before he ended it. He had planned on ending his life later that night, but after some thinking. He figured it wouldn't hurt just to have a little fun, one last time.

"Fun..." Niall reminded himself that he had forgotten what fun was. He was practically shackled in his own room, never to leave the house without his parents permission. And with no surprise, they always said no.

Niall walked into a random Starbuck's store and ordered a Caramel Frappuccino, he was boggled when he reached into his back pocket and found his wallet. I guess he did have some luck with him, too bad at the wrong time and place. "Caramel Frappuccino please." He told the other dirty blonde haired beauty, serving him today.