Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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Aimlessly, I stumbled down the hallways without the slightest clue of where I was going.

I was a little more than disappointed about the way I let my temper get to me along with my fears. My Grandfather didn't deserve to have office destroyed, but he was there in the way of my blind rage summoned by fear.

I was scared of what might happen to me because of this disease, and he just ticked me off even more trying to say it would be okay and that I would be better because he didn't know that for sure. It was only a matter of time before I might lose my mind and go crazy like my other family members.

Who knows what I would do when or if that happened? No one could really blame me for reacting the way I did because I was a caged, insane animal down here. But even if I might go crazy, that does not mean I do not want to be able to protect myself.

Years ago I took self defense classes, about when I was 12. But I was rusty with all the material I once knew now, and it all came to me in fuzzy pieces. The main reason of this was because I never really grasped the concept of how to engage these actions. So all those years ended up being a complete waste of my time, especially so when I needed them the most.

After those years my parents quickly rushed me into my school work completely, not even giving me a chance to gasp for air. I was pushed until I graduated top of my class, valedictorian. Anything less would have been a disgrace to my family, and the family name.

Being valedictorian of LongShore High led me to getting a full ride scholarship to Yale. But now it looked like those years of stress were all for nothing, because I was trapped down here.

Yale wasn't what I wanted anyways. I never wanted to go to the big, fancy place. An art school would have been my first choice, and a school for singing would be my second. But those weren't acceptable applicants for the Owens family. No, I had to be either a Surgeon or a Lawyer. Something of that matter.

After being lost in my mind for several minutes, I ran into a hard chest. I remembered having this happen so many times before, so I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. But I still made the stupid decision to do it.

Startled by the sudden jerk, my eyes flew up to meet crystal blue ones that were in a pointed glare straight at me. Everything in me turned cold, and my body recoiled away from his as I glared up at Niall.

In my eyes, he was the reason behind everything that was wrong in my life at the moment. Niall stared blankly down at me, and seemed to cringe a little as I glared back at him with even more anger than he possessed.

Harshly I shoved by him with my shoulder and  tried continued on my way, but of course it would not be a day in hell if he didn't bother me. "What did you talk about with Zaios," Niall questioned me curiously, matching my brisk steps.

"My period," I stated placidly, rolling my eyes where he couldn't see. A short, unamused laugh fell from him, and he pulled my arm harshly and made me to stop and face his angry stare once again. I couldn't even begin to explain how done I was with him and how much I hated him. The all consuming hatred and mixed feelings just made me so frustrated that I wanted to cry.

"Stop, Niall! Just stop!" I screamed, ripping my arm away from his steel grasp. His nails scraped against my skin as I ripped myself away from him. "Stop pulling me around like I'm some kind of rag doll! I'm a human, so stop treating me like some kind of stupid, caged animal that is under your control!" I stormed away from him, anger clenching my veins.

"What's wrong with you?" Niall called from down the hall that I stormed away from, concern lacing his voice. Oh, you're so full of it. I stopped completely, my back facing him. I could hear my ragged breathing echoing down the dirty hallway, Niall's not far behind me.