Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

6

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Breathe out. Breathe in.

Wait, you messed that up.

As Luke and I neared an old, rusty door, I began to lose my mind a little. Breathing became confusing, as did walking. My feet twisted together as I walked, and I tripped quite a lot. Luke immediately reached out to help me, but I hastily shooed him away from me. Niall had to be behind that door, just waiting on me to rub this in my face like the dick he was. Right there, that door, waiting on me. Some part of me thought maybe this is when he was going to murder me, even though I had never done anything to him. That was the most rational thought.

On the other irrational thought, maybe he just wanted to ask me some questions and talk. You stupid idiot, I thought, he doesn't want to sit and have tea and crumpets with you. Mentally I face palmed myself, physically I stumbled around like oaf while Luke examined me with curious eyes. Obviously I would just try to prepare myself for the worst, but hope for the best. But who could ever really prepare for death?

I mean, I still had to go to college and live my life. There was a perfectly good New York University far, far away from here just waiting for me. Recently, I had got accepted there for Journalism. My life was still not fully fulfilled. I mean, I still haven't had kids, gotten married, or grown old with anyone I loved. My mind raced with all these things that have yet to happen to me, and I got sad when I realized that I might never experience any of these things. I could've sworn that you could see stars flying around my head! Showing just how loopy I was. Please tell me there's not stars actually flying around my head. Well, technically there are stars flying around our heads-

"Tylie," Luke spoke softly. My mind blabber instantly shut off, and I focused in on a grimacing Luke. He looked sad, and might I add, slightly uncomfortable. "This is where I leave you," he said gently, a tone that I was starting to grow accustomed to. Jerkily, I nodded my head and smiled up towards him like I was a programmed robot. I raised my hand up and split my fingers where there was three on one side, and two on the other.

"May the force be with you," I whispered, quoting Star Wars for no good reason. I was extremely scared, and I tended to babble when I was. A girlish smile lit up his face, and he nodded slowly giving me a longer view of his pure smile. Raising three fingers up side by side, he said, "May the odds be ever in your favor." A Hunger Games quote, classic. It felt as if I was going into the Hunger Games right about now. A Sarcastic laugh fell from my cracked lips, and I put my hand on the rusty door. It felt bumpy and weird underneath my fingertips, like little ants were trapped beneath the many years of rust. The rust reminded me of nails on a chalkboard oddly, and that thought only sent shivers up my spine, and I sighed even though I knew Luke had already left, "Not likely."

With a forceful shove the door creaked open slowly. Warily, I stepped into the room peering around for any obvious weapons pointed at me. When I didn't see anything life threatening I fully stepped into the hollow room. The walls were a dirty gray, and there was absolutely nothing on them. Some holes littered the room, showing muddy earth beneath it. A small desk with a slightly broken lamp sat in the corner. On the left side, there was a small door that seemed too small for Luke to fit under. It was slightly open so like the idiot I was, I walked towards it.

Steam was seeping through the crack of the door, and I could just make out a figure stepping back towards me. Their back was bare, and black markings were scattered along the expanse of his back and words were marked down his spinal cord. When the person turned to face the door, I was met with a perfectly toned torso with rivulets of water trailing down it. My mouth dropped to the floor, stunned to complete silence. Everything in me was screaming to look the other way, but it was like I got trapped in a swirling vortex. But it took the door creaking open to snap me awake, and I jumped around like I had been electrocuted.