Fallen (A Niall Horan love Story)

Prologue & Chapter 1

Prologue:

It’s ironic how the expression “time is meaningless” is true. I mean, from one second I’m just an average girl having a few issues with life in general… and the next second? Jumping off of a cliff seems to solve the answer to everything that I have been searching for. I can feel my toes scrunching up against the soiled ground, my wet thick hair flying across my face due to the horrendous storm, my blue jean jacket being absorbed by the rain and my hopes of being rescued by him are zero to none. The short memories we made and cherished together come flashing back to my mind. It’s him I see, only him. What good use am I to that boy anyway? But it doesn’t matter; he’s just like a Frisbee. Once it’s thrown out of your hands, the intimidating object will come flying right back at you. Except this time, it won’t be soaring back to me.

 It’s hard to imagine how my life has managed to transform into this big pile of crap with so many unanswered questions and unexplained emotions thrown in as well. My journey hasn’t been the easiest, and one I certainly didn’t expect to happen in a million years. There are over 6 billion people in this big, wide world. The people that walk on today’s surface are the real heroes here, whether it be someone struggling to survive for life, someone protecting their country, someone fighting for love, someone looking for help or someone putting on a brave face when they’re nothing but a huge mess inside. But me, out of all the people living today I was the one they chose. It’s pointless. Everything is pointless. Giving up seems to be the only option right now, unless I let them take me away my loved ones and never see them again, let the town suffer from the pain that I – well, him – has caused and a life time of guilt sprawling in me. None of this would be happening if I didn’t listen. I should have walked away from the moment I glanced upon my fate. I guess I really didn’t know what life had installed for me.

Another breath that I take is another distraction for me to end my life. “VIOLET!” I hear them call out, shouting my name as if their lives depended on it. “VIOLET!” they called once again. Another breath, another step. Eventually those steps had no ground to walk on and soon enough I felt myself falling. Taking it all in as the wind rushes through my face and closing my eyes as I wait for the pain to tackle through my body and lead me to the next part of life. Death. 

Chapter 1: 3 months ago

I had awakened yet again from my discomforting dreams, instantly opening my eyes to the sight of my moonlighted roof, staring me down. I lifted myself up in my bed and reached for my pen and notepad, writing down another odd dream. These dreams that I kept having for the past year – since I was 12 – have occurred to me every 3 days. I couldn’t really identify what they were; all I knew was is that they were something else all right. I’m nearly 17 now, and these dreams that were running through my mind eventually became a saga in my head. Perhaps it was a sign from God telling me to write a series on what these images were, possibly becoming the next Stephanie Meyer I suppose, but none of it made sense at all.

The notepad on my bedside draw is filled with writings and images that have taken place throughout my hallucinations or visions, what ever they’re called. Most of the time, they were images of people fighting which were quite graphic, or a few strangers calling out my name. Every day after school I would sit down at my desk and try to put the pieces together, seeing if there was a message hidden in my dreams. Call me crazy, but somewhat this feel’s like déjà vu. It was weird to think that, because in all of those dreams that have occurred, I never really appeared in them. Maybe that could be the answer why something is missing.

Oh well, I groaned in frustration as I had rolled over in my bed and buried my head into an army of pillows I had. There was no way I could fall back to sleep after another crazy dream. I rolled over onto my back again as I yawned and stretched just before my alarm clock went off.