NIALL'S POV (2 hours earlier)
The lads suddenly called me. Saying the next gig was in Rochester. Great. Another hour in a plane. As I boarded it, I took out her diary and began to read the first page.
Dear Diary,
My name is Niagara. I am 13 years old. And I am living in Dublin with my mother, father and brother. I am writing to you because... you are the only person who I trust. You are the only person who'll listen even if you won't talk back.
So, you must be wondering why I only trust you isn't it? I don't know myself.
I am sorry I can't write more because my hands are paining from all of that.
I'll tell you later.
Yours,
Niagara.
I turned the page. I squinted closer because it was absolutely difficult to read due to the garish blood stains.
Dear diary,
You must be thinking why, that when I write, there is always some bloodstains right? Well, the other children of my age must've read stories of abuses. But I know it. I know how it feels. Each and every kick, each and every punch, each and every name. Every cut, every tear I shed at night. I know the pain for real. Even today I got a dose of it.
I sometimes feel like my name is' fucking slut' and not Niagara because that's what people call me at home and school.
'Whore'
'Bitch'
'Ugly'
'Fat'
'Worthless'
'Burden'
'Fake'
'Piece of bullshit'
The list can go on and on. I... I hear them, as if.... it is brandished to my brain... but in an way it is don't you think? If you hear something everyday, won't it get brandished to your mind?
I think they're right sometimes. No! I know they are right. I am everything that they call me.
Oh no! They are calling me!
I better go.
Yours,
Niagara.
I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed it shut. The pain was evident from her words. And the blood stains on the page.
*******
The lads ran in and hugged me as I landed at Rochester. All this while, the sight of my airplane blasting up and the words in Niagara's diary played in my mind.
I realised that I had just escaped death. Narrowly. And so did she. Each and everyday.
"Dude! Your airplane! Just!" Liam couldn't find words. I couldn't either. I was still too shocked to respond.
"I know Lili" I managed after a while.
"I need to get to the Niagara falls now lads. That's where they've kept her"
"It's an hour and half from here" Harry told me.
"But I can't afford to be late!"
"We'll get there mate. As soon as possible" Lou consoled me.
"So lads, who's up for an adventure?" Liam asked as we boarded the taxi near the terminal.
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