Broken

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of steady beeping and water dripping. I knew immediately knew I was in a hospital, but that wasn't what I was focused on. I was focused on the the question pounding in the back of my head. 'Why am I alive?'

I began thrashing about in my bed, expecting to feel endless pain...but...I didn't. I didn't feel anything. It was like I was numb. I looked at my arms to see my perfectly healthy skin. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded. I pressed a button that signalled a nurse, desperate for answers. A brunette nurse immediately came risking in, panting for breath. "Mr. Horan, are you alr-" she stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing wide. I felt the tension in the air rise, knowing she was just as shocked as I was. "How are you-" I shook my head, interrupting her. "I don't know. I don't feel anything, I'm fine!" I began crying, not knowing really what else to do. She held up a finger and rushed out of the room. A few minutes later, a tall man in a white coat walked in, immediately stopping in his tracks when he saw me. I took in his features well as he examined me. He had big glasses, brown hair and some sort of blemish on his right cheekbone. "Uhm, hello Mr. Horan. I'm Dr. Noah Bennett." (A/N if you know what's happening, RUN BITCHES! If you don't...run anyway.)

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Mr. Paynes P.O.V

"Uhm, yeah! I'll come pick you up at work and we can go to lunch!" I said over the phone to my cousin, Michelle. I hung up and pulled my jacket on, for it was very cold outside. I made my way out the door and into my car, starting up the engine. I pulled out of my driveway and began making my way to my cousin's job at the hospital. I turned up the radio and smiled as the building rest before my eyes. I pulled into the parking lot and found a space. My cousin worked in the E.R., so I made my way across the lot and into the second building. "Michelle Hessner?" I asked the nice lady at the front desk. "She's nursing a patient in room 212." the last said, smiling. I returned the gesture and made my way to the 200 rooms. I counted the doors up until I found 212, and knocked gently. Michelle opened the door and retreated the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes were wide and she looked confused. "What?" I asked. "This boy, he attempted suicide. Jumped from a 30 story building, but he survived. I went in there and he had no injuries at all." she told me, taking calming breaths. My eyes widened in shock. "Can I see him?" I asked. "When the doctor is finished examining him, sure." she said, nodding. We waited for a few more moments before the doctor came out, rubbing his head in confusion. Mikey led me into the room, where there was a boy with his back facing us. "Mr. Horan? Are you alright?" she asked him. "Mr. WHAT?!" I asked, shocked. "Calm down, Liam. Mr. Niall Horan. Failed suicide, no injuries. This boy has been touched by God." she said, smiling and taking a few more steps toward him. "No I haven't." he whispered, his voice hoarse. I walked up to him and gently put my hand on his back, rubbing small circles. "I need to get going. Feel free to leave whenever. Love you, Liam." she told me kissing my cheek. "Love you too, Mikey." I replied as she walked out, shutting the door behind her. So much for lunch. I sat in a chair by Niall's bedside. "Who are you?" he asked me, still not turning around. "You know me." I said simply and softly. I never expected this from him. An attempted suicide. I knew he was going through a tough time, but I never thought this would happen. He turned around slowly. I examined his pale face, red rimmed eyes from crying and probably sleep deprivation. "How did you know I was here?" he asked hoarsely. I shook my head and have him a small smile, grabbing his small hand in my own. "I didn't." I said, playing with his fingers. "Then why are you in my room?" he asked me, confused. "My cousin is your nurse." he chuckled. "She's nice to me." I smiled back at him. "That's good. You deserve the best." He shook his head at me. "I don't." I sighed. "Why would you do something like this, Niall?" His smile faded, and that made me instantly regret saying that. "There are too many reasons for your mind to cope with." he told me, softly. "Maybe eventually I'll find them all out." I said, offering a small half-smile. "You need glasses." he said. "What?" I asked, very confused. "I don't know. I can just tell. You've needed glasses for awhile now, but you can't afford them." he responded, smiling. That's amazing. How could he possibly have known that? "How...how did you...?" I began, dumbfounded. "Here." he said, grabbing his wallet from his bedside table and pulling out $2,000. (a/n I'm from America and don't know much about European Money lol)"Oh my god, Niall! Where did you get all this?!" I asked, praying to God he didn't rob a bank. I could see his eyes glistening with tears. "I get a tenth of my dads business money." he said, looking down. "What company makes this much money?!" I asked before my eyes widened in shock and I slapped a hand over my mouth. "How many times have you been...touched?" I asked. I could see him slowly breaking inside. "At least...7 times a day." he replied. I felt my heart break in my chest as I immediately began to worry about his wellbeing. "What?" I asked quietly. I put my head in my hands and let a sob emit from my mouth. Just knowing an innocent child has to be put through this everyday is just...horrifying. It's like Mr. Walker...everyday at least 7 times. I cant begin to imagine the pain he must have been put through. "It's fine." he told me bluntly. My head shot up immediately. Those two words were so extremely untrue that even I, the most idiotic person alive, knew it. "It isn't fine. Nobody should be touching you. No one." I said, feeling the tears rush down my face. "Why does it even matter to you?" he asked me, sounding confused. "Because I care about other people. I care about everyone." I told him the truth. No point in lying. He remained silent and started fiddling with the hem of his shirt, (very suspiciously). "Are you alright?" I asked him, getting anxious. "There's this club at school...almost everyone is involved, including the teachers. I just wanted to know...are you a part of it?" he asked me. I was unsure of what to say, I really didn't know what he was talking about. "What? What are you on about?" I asked, curiously. "So, you're not a part of it?" he asked me, smiling. I felt my heart flutter at the sight of him happy. It's the first time I've seen him smile. I smiled three times bigger and shook my head. Out of nowhere, I heard the song "Brown Eyed Girl" playing. "Where's that coming from?" I asked, looking around for the source. Niall chuckled and shook his head, reaching to his bedside table and grabbing his phone. "Hello?" he answered. His eyes widened in shock. "Oh, that was today?!" he asked dumbfoundedly. "Okay, I'm in room 212 and I can get out today, so come sign me out." he said with a shaky voice. "I'm sorry, dad!" he yelled before hanging up. "What was that all about?" I asked curiously. "My dad needed me to do something so he's coming to pick me up." he told me. "What did you need to do...?" I asked, suspiciously.

Nialls P.O.V.

"He needed me to clean the house because guests are coming over." I wasn't entirely lying. Guests WERE coming over, but I don't need to clean the house. Because these guests don't really care where they do me. A nurse suddenly ran in and told me my father had signed me out and I needed to go. NOW. I climbed out of bed, bid goodbye to my teacher, and ran away before he could say anything. I met my father at the front desk as he dragged me away by the collar, absent mindedly choking me. I gripped my throat as it made insane noises, my father not even noticing. I hadn't been able to breathe for about 2 minutes and that's when it started getting weird. While my dad dragged me all the way home, (for he didn't bring the car), I began to be able to breathe. WHILE he was choking me. I let go of my throat and felt my eyes open extremely wide in shock. "Oh my.." I said, not realizing that my voice would actually work. My father threw me into our house where a nice looking gentleman was sitting. "Hello, Mr. Gray. Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to pick up my son from the hospital." he told the man, glaring at me. "Oh its quite all right. But if I may ask, what happened to him?" the man said, standing up and smiling at me. He had dark, slicked back hair, dark brown eyes, and was wearing glasses. He was also wearing a dark blue sweater with a white undershirt and a red bowtie on it. "He attempted suicide like a douche." my dad said, hitting me on the back of the head, causing me to stumble forward. "I'm sorry, dad." I apologized, knowing that's what he wanted. "Whatever. Niall, show Mr. Gray to your bedroom. And give him a nice time!" my father warned me. I nodded frantically and took the man's hand, guiding him politely up the stairs and to my room. I closed the door behind us and sat on my bed, slowly beginning to pull my shirt off. "Oh, there's no need for that." Mr. Gray said. "What do you mean, Mr. Gray? Isn't this what you paid for?" I asked him, making a confused face. "No, Niall. And please, just call me Gabriel." (A/N ANY OF YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!?!?! No? Ok :c) "Alright, Gabriel. Then why are you here?" I asked him. "I want to help you." he said, sitting on my bed. "With what?" He sighed deeply. "I was there. When you attempted." he told me. I crinkled my eyebrows in confusion. I was positive there was no one there when I jumped. "But...I didn't see you. I didn't see ANYONE." I said, putting great emphasis on 'anyone'. "But I was there. And I watched you fall. How did you not die??" he asked me, looking astonished. I shook my head, my eyes widening. "I don't know!" I exclaimed, standing up. "I was completely conscious when I hit the ground. I heard my heart stop and start again. It was....amazing. It made me extremely sad, but it was amazing." I told him exactly how it happened. "That's...crazy." he said, standing up. "Hey, you know when I said I wasn't going to do what I came for?" he asked me calmly. I nodded my head. He took off his glasses and walked towards me. "I was lying."

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"PLEASE!" I screamed as Gabriel chewed on my neck. I could almost feel several layers of skin being torn by his wickedly sharp teeth as my blood poured down onto my bed. He sat up and just stared at my neck. "Fascinating." he whispered, looking astonished. "What?!" I asked, feeling defeated. He reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone, showing me my reflection in the screen. I was literally about to faint when I saw my neck. It looked perfectly fine. There was no blood, no bruise, no mark. Nothing! I gasped terribly loudly as I ran my fingers over the perfect skin. "Amazing, isn't it?" Gabriel asked me. I looked up at him and nodded slowly, eyes still wide.

What's happening to me?

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A/N I know this chapter is kind of short but its very...educational. You may or may not be confused but its ok if you are, you'll figure it out eventually.

Anyway, sorry for autocorrect or misspelling.

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-Penny