Treacherous

Chapter Fifty

It's been a few days since the little get-together I hosted with everyone and either or Eleanor or Louis will stop by every day, checking my wrists and practically feeding me themselves. I feel like such a child. I've expressed my hate towards the babied treating but they simply ignore it and spoon more food into my mouth.

That night I heard the two of them explaining what the hell had gone on with the chasing and screaming and I simply locked myself in my room. Those pitying back slaps and the constant feeling of someone searching my wrists was enough to send me cowering back to the private safety of my own room.

I was constantly being called. They checked on me every few minutes, banging on the door and asking what I was doing. It drove me insane, but I just called out that I was fine and they left me alone when they heard the truth behind my voice.

I tried to block out all of those negative thoughts of Niall and my scars, but the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did. My head feels like a battlefield as my brain fights for what it wants to think about. The side I want to lose, though, is winning the battle.

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

I was invited to some party with the guys before we head off on the tour and my heart aches every time I think of getting farther away from Amie. It's been way too long since I've seen her and I've had no information from the guys as to how she's doing.

Natalie went home a few days ago, saying that her time for vacation was almost over, but we still keep in touch over the phone. She calls every once in a while, asking how I'm doing. At first I always answer with 'fine'  but she always gets a better answer out of me. By the time I end the call I'm usually sobbing.

No words about TGWD were spoken, but I confessed to Natalie that I miss Amie and she didn't try to evaluate any further. For that, I'm grateful.

TGWD hasn't said anything about our conversations, but she lets me know that she knows about them. She leaves little hints in her texts that indicate that she has somehow seen the messages. It calms me so much to know that I'm allowed to talk to someone about this. If I wasn't I would go completely insane. I'm clinging to the edge of the cliff of insanity already and Natalie is the fingers that find their way into my view just in time to save me as I hang off of the edge.

*~*~*

I slam the door to my car shut as the blowing winds seep through the light jacket I'm wearing. I walk to the door slowly, kicking a few rocks around the driveway to slow down my arrival. As I arrive at the door I hear many laughs and shouts from inside. My lips curve up the tiniest bit at the thought of seeing these fools again, but it fades as quickly as it came as I'm reminded of why it's been so long since I've seen them.

A shiver runs down my spine as I knock on the door to the place where I thought I was no longer welcome. It takes a few minutes and I hear the house go silent as I stand outside the door. Louis glares at me as I step inside when he pulls the door open for me.

No one looks my way as I make my way into the living room where everyone is gathered. I was about half an hour late, so I'm the last one here. From what I can tell they were having a blast before I got here. I feel the need to say sorry, but I press my lips together in a flat line, refusing the departure of the words.

As everyone turns to their phones silence fills the room. Like the socially awkward person I've become, I pull out my own phone and scroll through the useless apps I never use as I take a seat in the chair in the corner of the room that's the farthest from everyone else. They don't seem to mind. They also seem to forget my presence as they begin to whisper. I catch mine and Amie's names a few times, but never together like they used to be. They're always separate now.