Treacherous

Chapter Twenty-Six

*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

It's been 15 days since Niall decided to give me the cold shoulder. He's been nothing but cruel since that car accident, and I like to think that I know why. But by the latest events that theory is starting to not make much sense at all.

The only times he's talked to me is when I'm in the same room as him, staring at the foreign being, and he sharply snaps at me, asking why I stare at him like that. I never have an answer.

I just flee the room and try my hardest to hide my tears until I'm out of his sight. Or until he leaves. The latter is the most common occurrence.

I've tried to reason with him and ask what I've done wrong. I've tried to dig deeper into what this all means, but I just can't find any answers.

These past 3 days I've done nothing but wallow in my own dissatisfaction in my room, never hearing a complaint from Niall. That also means that I haven't eaten in 3 days. I couldn't care less, though. Honestly, I'm not hungry at all. Hunger doesn't claw at the sides of my stomach like most people's would after 3 days of neglecting to eat.

I have a feeling that some sort of depression is setting in. You don't just fall into this sort of state with no proper reason. But then again, that reason could be Niall.

These past few years he has been everything to me. He's been my best friend, my brother, my family, my confider, my lover.

Now I'm not sure what he is.

Why can't life ever be simple?

My body remains as it has for the past few hours; splayed out across the bed with my lifeless eyes looking up upon the endless darkness that consumes me. Niall doesn't seem to care about my health anymore. He hasn't come to chastise me for not eating, which was something he never ceased to do before this confusing scenario was placed upon us. Well, for me it's confusing. I have no idea what it is for him.

My fingers tap against the soft spreadsheets as I try to occupy my mind with something other than Niall. That's harder than it seems.

Almost every thought I have revolves around Niall. I can think of something as peaceful as the beach, but then the many times Niall and I splashed in the waves forces its way into my mind and I'm forced to abandon it, the memories too much of a pain to bear.

So here I am, still thinking of random things, hoping they don't have some connection to Niall. But they all do, no matter how many things I come up with.

He's been a part of my life for too long. There's no turning back. He will continue to rule over my mind as long as I stay with him.

Maybe it's time to move on. To forget him and make new memories where he isn't the key.

My subconscious replies with a very logical answer, but I push it into the depths of my mind. That will be my last resort. I'm not ready.

Getting rid of Niall will be like getting rid of my entire life. He's my everything. If I lose him I don't know what I'll do. Amie will be lost in the big world, cold and alone.

And what if I forget again? He's the key to my memory. Those eyes. Those imperfectly perfect eyes are what keep me grounded. Without them I will truly be lost.

Whenever I'm around him I can see his eyes. I know it sounds silly, but when he laughs I remember how he used to look, and his eyes were always sparked with a happiness that grew every single time he laughed that adorable Irish laugh. Whenever he was sad I remember how his eyes looked when they were glossy with tears. They were tinted with sadness, but beautiful all the same.

Without him I will be lost. Even now, whenever I'm around him I can picture his facial expressions and his eyes that now hold anger all the time. Anger towards me.

And yet, I still have no idea what I've done wrong. Whatever it is, I would take it back if I could.

Ignoring the pain in my chest, I grab my iPod that's been resting on the side table for who knows how long. I press where I know the music icon is and click what I believe to be the play button. Music begins to sound around the room quietly. I would use ear buds, but they aren't in the room and I am in no condition to face Niall right now.

So I let the introduction play, but the words cause my heart to shatter once again. How is it that, when you're in the most heartbroken situations, song artists seem to know your exact circumstances and feelings?

Taylor Swift's voice flows throughout the room and tears prick at my eyes for the billionth time. This is so unbelievably perfect.

I rush to stand up and make my way to Niall. Without him being there for me I've learned to navigate through the house without a problem.

My hand skims the wall until I know I come to the the doorway of the living room, where Niall has been sleeping for the past 2 weeks. I stand in the doorway and pad into the room quietly, keeping my footsteps light.

I can hear his heavy breathing from across the room.

Something's not right.

Cautiously, I make my way over to where I know he is. For some reason he's leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, turned away from me.

What is he doing all the way over there?

While standing on my tip toes to remain quiet, I walk over to where he is. I hear the light 'click clack' of the keys on his phone as he taps away, texting someone. I desperately wish that I could just look over his shoulder and see the messages he's sending, but I can't.

Sadly, I'm blind. Ugh.

He sniffles and immediately I know that something just isn't right. He hasn't showed me any emotion over the past 15 days, but when I catch him alone he's crying. Or trying not to cry. It doesn't really matter which. He's still upset about something.

Not able to contain my curiosity, I start to place a hand on his shoulder. But before I can actually touch him, he turns and smacks my hand away.

Oh dear.

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

The instructions I got from 'The Girl Who Disappeared' are very specific. I just don't want to have to carry them out. I've hurt her enough already.

But if I don't do this she dies. Or so that's what I've been told. I didn't believe the person I was talking to through only messaging, but when she told me that Amie was right behind me -and she was- I freaked.

They have to be telling the truth. They have to be watching us somehow.

And it scares me.

But what I have to do to Amie scares me even more. She doesn't deserve this.

But she also doesn't deserve to die. Especially if the only reason for it is because I don't follow orders.

Well, here goes nothing.

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