N i a l l :
"Ni, c'mon. You need to eat." Harry said and held the blood bag closer to my face. I stared at him blankly and replied with a 'no' in monotone.
I don't remember the last time i've eaten but it doesn't bother me much. I've gotten over her.
I've gotten over her.
It's been two months now that shes been gone. I've gone through so much and now I clearly just don't care. I stood up and walked over to the master bedroom of our suite then shut and locked the door behind me.
I went through my suitcase and pulled out a pair of black jeans then slipped them on. I replaced my plain white tee with a white baseball tee that had charcoal gray sleeves and a charcoal gray collar. I ran over to the master bedroom's bathroom and wet my hair a little then ran my fingers through it and spiked it in different directions.
"Where in the bloody hell are you going Niall? We've got to stay here, we've got no security with us! Did you forget they're out with the guys? And Niall you're sick! You need to eat, hell you havent slept in God knows how long!" Harry yelled after me in frustration. Smirking, I set a line down on the little black desk that was across from the bed. I bent over and snorted it then whipped off any excess cocaine.
I've gotten over her.
They know i've 'given up'. They did too. They gave up before I did. I loved her. I had so much love for her and she never loved me back. No one will ever know how bad it hurts to have the one person you love the most in the world not love you back. That night she fed off of me was the night I gave myself to her. She owns my heart and she has ever since that night and the boys know that. She's all that mattered to me but its all over now.
Nothing matters.
I felt my eyes change and my fangs come out and as soon as Harry bursted through the door I grabbed my sunglasses and was out and on my way to the party that was going on tonight.
Time to eat.
D e l i g h l a :
I moved my spoon around in my bowl and tried to get my fruit loops in color coordinated piles.
Its been two months. Two whole months since i've seen my boys. Two whole months since i've seen Niall. I've found a way to shut off the feeling of grief and basically sadness in general. Not by choice of course, I just started to miss them way too much. I was starting to miss Niall way too much and it was getting bad. I had too much pride to go back to them but I needed them. I needed Niall.
When you don't see someone you're used to seeing everyday for a long time you forget what they look like and even their voice. I've tried so hard to remember Niall's beautiful voice but I just cant. I cant.
"Ly my love, are you alright?" Danny asked and came into the kitchen. He came up behind me and planted a soft kiss on my lips as he laid his hands on my shoulders.
"Yeah." I replied and cleared my throat. I was doing perfectly fine without the boys; without Niall. But I guess you can call what i've been feeling an instinct. I feel like Niall needs me and I feel like he's been trying to call out to me. No matter how hard i've tried to stop from feeling this way it never fails to bring itself back out from the deep shadows of my mind.
Daniel's been taking real good care of me and he's been so helpful. He's taken me to the doctor and they prescribed me depression pills which was actually his idea. He was afraid that I was going to hurt myself and i'm not gonna lie, i've thought about it but honestly i'm already dead and trying to kill someone thats already dead really isn't going to do anything.
