Fallen (A Niall Horan love Story)

Chapter 8

“Violet” I twirled around. “Violet...” The voice had hummed. I was standing in the center of a forest, but it wasn’t one of the darkest ones I would normally be seeing. The light coming through the trees, a little bit foggy, the earth smell, the quietness and coolness had given this place a sense of meaning. The moss growing on the trunks of the trees, droplets of water dripping from large leaves, ferns, water trickling through the little creek and bird sounds definitely gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Staring up into the bright, beautiful sky that was clear blue, there was tree’s as far as the human eye can see. Rolling hills and in the distance the high snow covered peaks. The sound of a stream that followed gets louder until it thunders over a fall into a pristine lake. And nobody could take away this moment.

“Violet…” The soothing voice had called. I looked down at normal height to come face to face with the women who had brought me into this world… my mum. I wanted to talk to her, so bad, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. I tried to speak, but nothing. She raised her hand, the way she use to when she wanted me to walk over to her and grab ahold of her hand when I was little. I wasn’t even controlling myself, but my legs were the ones moving, and I was reaching out to her. My feet weren’t even cold as I stepped on mother nature. I was barefooted, wearing a plain, white, simple dress. She raised her hand out further to me, and pulled away just before I could grab it.

“Not yet, Violet – wake up.” She ordered. What?

I forced my eyes open and closed them and sat up instantly, coughing my guts out. I couldn’t breathe, I felt myself being suffocated as I gasped dramatically for each breath. Something had flung open, and I see a figure rushing to my side, leaning me upright and passing me a bottle of water. “Violet, breathe!” The voice was dad. I opened my eyes slowly as my breath became less heavier. I was back in my room, I was lying in my bed, my door was half open, my room was covered in posters of my favorite bands and singers, and the sun was up. Dad was by my side, reaching out his water bottle for me to take. “You ok?” He asked. I only could nod after a few seconds later he asked. “Good, thought you chocked on something” I shook my head.

“No, no… I guess I had a bad dream… Sorry” I say, as I get back comfortable into bed and take a sip from his water bottle. He then sighed. “Yeah, well just thought I better wake you up for school. You’re lucky I came in just in time” I stared at him, what did he mean by that? He then patted my knee and walked out of the room. “I’ll be downstairs”.

I then prepare myself for my day ahead… school. Always fun… I go and do my usual routine. Shower, blow dry – today I didn’t feel like straightening so I left it just wavy and natural. I then got changed, wearing nothing more than jeans, my docs and a cardigan. I wore a little bit of make up which was rare and headed downstairs. “Did you have anything to eat yet?” Dad asked, as he was making something at the stove. “Not yet,” I started off, packing my school bag while talking to him. “I was going to grab an apple or something on the way” He laughed. “No need, here” He spun around and tossed two pancakes that landed on the plate in front of me. He did the same for him too. “Apple, or Orange?” He asked, opening the refrigerator. “Apple” I replied. He then grabbed two glasses. “Cheers to a new beginning” He says, as he raised his glass. I did the same and clenched my glass with his. I don’t know what’s been getting into dad, but I like it so far.

I insisted on walking to school, but then he reminded me that he had his first therapy session today, so he had the day off and offered me a lift. The car ride was silent, well mostly for him. I was sitting in the passengers seat while listening to my headphones, I think he may was listening to the radio and singing softly. And right I was. I muted the volume on my iPod to hear him hum and make tapping noises on the steering wheel; I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “What?” He says. I shrug while giving him a funny look. “I thought you were listening to music,” he complained. I laughed at again. Soon enough he dropped me off at school and I headed off.