An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 31

I woke up with a real bad headache. The clock read 12. Noon. I sat up and the room was filled with sadness. Shades covering the sun from coming in. It was cold, not warm, just cold. 

I wish I could've been happy. I wish my grandma was lying right next to me. Her flowery wallpaper brought her presence close to me. Today was the day that I was leaving. 

Niall came in suddenly and sat on my bed. 

"The social worker lady called. She said she was going to be here around 6, 6:30." Niall was sad that this was happening to me. I felt dead inside and I just nodded at him. "I made you some eggs. Come down and eat." He smiled before leaving. 

I was left sitting on the bed, alone. This was it. I was leaving it all behind. My appetite for food was gone. I just wanted to stay here and die. I wanted to just lay here and hope for a miracle to happen. 

Niall came in with a plate and two eggs perfectly done next to each other. A glass of juice in his other hand. He placed them in front of me. I gave him a faint smile. 

"I'm not very hungry."

"You have to try to eat. You've been telling me that these past days."

"I'll try." I grabbed the fork and slowly brought the pieces of egg to my mouth. I went downstairs to take my plate to the kitchen. Niall walked in with his phone in his hand. 

"I need to go to the hotel. The lads just called me and told me we have this meeting going on. I really don't want to go--"

"No don't worry. Go. I've already had you stuck here for these past days. You've done so much. I don't want you to jeopardize anything because of me."

"I'll be back by 5. 5:30 the latest. But don't leave if the social worker arrives. If anything, call me."

"Yeah." 

He came to me and hugged me tight. I closed my eyes and did the same, taking in his scent. I looked him straight into those clear blue eyes and he gave me a kiss on my cheek before walking out. 

The door shut and not a single noise was heard. I looked at a note pinned on the fridge. It read: i'll be back by 5. Love you, Juliet. 

I grabbed it and ripped it into little pieces. I slowly dragged myself into grandmas room. I went to her closet and touched every piece of clothing she had in there. I grabbed some pictures she had pinned and ripped them but I came to a stop when it was one of all three of us. 

I went into her bathroom and began looking into her cabinets, grabbing the first bottle of sleeping pills I found. 

I went through her drawers and found a piece of paper and a pen. I sat on the ground, making the bed my desk. 

I grabbed the photo and kissed it. The tears were staining the blank piece of paper. I began writing and writing and writing. My hand became a bit tired right when I fnished. My back leaned against the bed as I lay my arms at my side. 

I looked over at the bottle of pills and grabbed them. I had the photo placed on my knees. 

I observed them as I wiped my cheeks and took in deep sniffs. 

Slowly, I opened the bottle.

And slowly I brought the bottle to my mouth. 

As the pills made their way down, it burned my throat. But I forced them down.

I put the bottle down, more than half empty and sat there, letting the tears flow out one by one. 

NIALLS POV