Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

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Unknown's P.O.V.

I believe death is, in a twisted way, a very beautiful thing. You are born as nothing but a helpless creature that is protected by your mother's and father's love and care. As time goes on, your body grows but so does your mind. Soon, you are capable of making your own decisions. Sometimes you make the wrong decisions but that's when those who love you will step in to protect you once more. As time passes by, you grow older, make memories, find someone to love and if all is right, live happily every after with that one person. Whoever he or she may be. When you have lived enough, experienced enough and have grown wise enough, your body will give up on you. Simply because it knows that it will never reach the peak of your existense again, you have lived your life to the fullest and now it's time to move on. If you are able to see this matter through my eyes, to see it in my perspective, I believe you to be a very wise human being. 

Death represents all that we have done, all that we do and all that we will never do again. 

But what if you never had those loving people around you to protect you? What if you had to fend for yourself from the very beginning, only getting as much as you need to physically survive. What if you indeed found someone to love but that love was ripped away from you by someone that was supposed to protect you? Someone who was supposed to love you even more than your significant other. 

During times of trouble, I often prayed to god that he would take me away from that horrid place. I prayed a lot, it made my thoughts calm down when my body was aching. Aching for food, aching for medical care and aching for love. I got just enough for my body to continue living, to continue growing. But my mind had died when I was very young. I had to go through so much mental pain that my mind had start to live it's own life, I couldn't control it anymore. It often imagined about killing them, ripping their limbs off one by one. My mind just wanted to make them feel the same pain that I had felt every day. And after they had felt that kind of pain, I wanted them to be ignored, like they ignored me. Him in particular. He knew very well what was going on inside that room but he never dared to help me. He never had the guts to stand up for his own brother and save him from the hell he was in. But my body didn't share those deranged thoughts. My body, somehow, still loved the people who had caused me so much excrutiating pain. 

When the time came, I found her. If I had to choose between loving her and breathing, I would use my last breath to tell her I loved her. Whenever I was held hostage by the violent waves of a dark and dangerous sea, she would be the small but bright lighthouse that would lead me home.

But when he took that away from me too, I knew. 

I knew I was no longer capable of controlling my mind, I would no longer be capable of controlling my own thoughts. And those thoughts had lead to actions very quickly. 

Riley's P.O.V.

"This is the Mullingar police station, how may I-"

"T-there's a body.. I n-need someone to come help me, p-please, send someone to help me!" I spoke in the phone, holding on the Niall for support, I felt like I could pass out at any moment if it wasn't for him. I couldn't do this for much longer, I needed someone to help me. Someone real. 

"Miss, could you please calm down? I can't make out what your saying."

"Just send someone, send a cop, send the army, send someone! I need help, please!" I replied, raising my voice and ending the call. I couldn't take this anymore. 

"Come on." Niall was calm and didn't react the way I did. He was almost too calm for the situation. Before I knew what was happening, he had scooped me up in his arms and was carrying me towards the couch, gently putting me down on it and kneeling beside me. I was shaking violently as I pulled my knees up to me chest. "Look at me, Riley." I ignored him and started biting down on my lower lip, quickly tasting the metallic taste of blood. "Hey! Riley!" He spoke, louder but still soothing in a strange way. I turned my head to look at him, hoping I would find comfort in those beautiful blue eyes of him. I needed an anchor right now, I needed something to hold on to or I would surely go insane, just like the person who was doing all of this.