Cyberbullied

Chapter 6

Niall's P.O.V


I stepped forward, my heart beating loudly. I looked over the edge of the railing, peering down at the big blue ocean laying beneath me. I took a small step back and closed my eyes. I let out a shaky sigh. I reopened my eyes, looking around for any witnesses.


When no figure was in sight, I proceeded to climb over the railing. My hands clung onto the railing behind me as I stood on the edge of the tall bridge.


"Is this what you want?" I cried out to the world, my eyes briefly closing again. The wind swept past me, pushing my body against the railing. A single tear slid down my left eye as I debated and came to a conclusion. My right hand slowly let go of the railing, my left hand just about to repeat it, when a voice snapped me out of my trance.


"Oh my God, stop! Please! Don't do it!" The voice cried out in terror and desperation. I glanced over my shoulder, her small body coming in view. I stared at her as she cried and slowly walked over to me, afraid that I would turn my head and jump. "Please," She pleaded once again, holding out her hand as she stood on the other side of the railing. My gaze dropped to her hand as I stared at it.


"Take my hand. Don't do it," She whispered, tears still running down her cheeks.


Don't listen to her! Just jump!


I followed what my mind wanted. I turned my head and stared at the ocean. I let go, just as I heard her scream. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. But, the only impact I got was small arms wrapping around my chest, struggling to hold me against the railing.


"Please," She continued to sob against my back. My hands grabbed the railing, helping her by hanging on. "Don't do it. It's not worth it," She whispered in my ear. For some reason, I believed her. I looked over my shoulder as I stared at her.


I stared at her as I recognized her face.


"I won't do it," My raspy voice spoke for the first time today. She let out a huge sigh of relief, pulling away, quickly grabbing onto my hand, not trusting me at the moment. She helped me climb back over the railing in a short amount of time. Just as I stood straight, her skinny arms wrapped around my waist, burying her head in my chest. Ignoring the strange feeling, I wrapped my arms around her to show I was silently thanking her for saving me from that awful decision.





"I think he is waking up!" A muffled voice cried out with happiness. I turned my head and slowly opened my eyes. My eyes burning from the brightness in the room had slowly faded. I looked around the room, my gaze landing on a large amount of people.


"Niall! Thank God you are awake!" My Mom cried out with joy, hovering over me so she could give me a hug. I slowly lifted my arms and hugged her back.


"I'll be right back, I need to go ask the doctor an important question," She whispered as she caressed my cheek. I slowly nodded and watched as she walked out of the room. Everybody suddenly started talking to me all at once and I couldn't handle it. They were surrounding the hospital bed I was laying on. I needed space and alone time.


I grabbed Harry's attention and whispered in his ear. He nodded and kindly escorted everyone out, saying I wanted to get more rest and that I would talk to everyone shortly after I wake up. It was quiet at first, my mind finally able to clear up. I felt uncomfortable in this hospital bed. I looked at my wrist, noticing a bandage was wrapped around it.


Everyone will ask me questions as to why and it will be so frustrating as I explain it to them. On second thought, I don't think I actually want to tell them. Other than the lads, since they witnessed me practically trying to kill myself. I picked at the bandage, the room filled with complete silence except the heart monitor continuously beeping. My eyes were drooping every five minutes.


I really wanted to go back to sleep, but I was snapped out of my short nap once the door to my hospital room opened. A doctor walked in with a bright smile on his face.


"Hello, Niall! How are you feeling?" He politely asked, stopping at the right side of my bed. He picked up a clipboard from the table beside me. I gave him a shrug as an answer. "I understand you are tired. I am just going to ask a few questions and I'll let you rest, ok?"


I nodded and fiddled with my hands.


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"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't be fucking mad at you!" He snapped, pacing back and forth.


"Liam, calm down. Give the poor guy a break, he just got out of the hospital," Louis tried to calm Liam down, as for I was too scared to reply to the tough and angry boy. I cuddled closer to my pillow, pulling my blankets up to my chin.


"I just don't get what goes through his mind in order to make him so selfish! It pisses me off, the way he acts!" Liam rambled as I covered my ears, flinching every time he emphasized and glanced at me.


"C'mon, Liam. Give him time alone," Harry stated as he and Zayn grabbed both of his arms, dragging him out of my room.


"He's had enough alone time! Get your shit together, Niall, or you're gonna ruin it for the whole band!" Liam yelled before Louis closed my door. I stared at the wall, tears blurring my vision.


"He doesn't mean it, Niall. It's just hard on him to take it all in, the fact that his best mate is having a hard time." Louis explained.


"He shouldn't take it out on me," I whispered in a weak voice as if I was about to cry any second.


"I know. Be patient and he will realize his actions. He's Liam, he apologize over anything." Louis opened my door and walked out after closing it. I closed my eyes and let out a stressful sigh. Liam is right, I am going to ruin the bands career. It will be all my fault. Then all the fans will blame it on me.


It will drive me to the point where I will go insane and kill myself without any interruptions.


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