Tortured (complete)

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Jaycie's pov:

"Lets start from the beginning," Niall says.

I take in a deep breath and shut my eyes.

"It's a long story," I breath.

"And I've got all the time in the world for you to tell me it," He smiles.

"Okay," I sigh.

I tell him everything. I mean absolutely everything. I tell him about how I didn't like Harry when I first met him. How I thought he was a depressing freak. I tell him about how I was starting to fall for Harry without knowing it. About the terrible way things ended between Jake and I. I started crying again at the mention of Jake. He's actually dead. He gave up his life for me and all I did was reject him. After I calm down I tell him about how Harry and I ran away together. I tell him about how I left Harry at the house to protect him. How I told him I didn't love him. Everything that happening at the underground business that Des had. What Jake did to me. He seems to tense when I tell him that part but reassures me that I can keep going. I tell him about Jake's death. I almost choke on tears again. Then I tell him about leaving Harry.

"The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the car," I sigh and rest my head in my hands.

Niall doesn't say anything. The only thing I can hear in the room is my breathing. I contemplate on the idea of wether or not he left. But that's not possible. I would have known. Wouldn't I?

I lift my head and see Niall with his lips slightly parted and his eyes looking as if they are about to pop out of his head.

"I..I," he stutters,"I had no idea." He takes a big gulp and just looks at me. He's looking at me as if I'm broken and he desperately wants to help me but he has no idea what to do. He's looking at me with so much pain in his eyes. Like it physically hurt him to see him like this. I just sit still. I don't move. I just watch him. Neither of us know what to say.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out,"I didn't want to dump all of this on you."

"No no no," Niall repeats," I asked."

His voice is weak like he can barely comprehend what's actually happening.

"I just... I can't believe all of this could happen to you."

I just nod my head. It all feels like a dream. It's as if nothing ever happened and I've just woken up from a nightmare. A nightmare I'm not even sure I wanted to wake up from. This reality feels lonely. Empty. I feel trapped. I'm I'm this room. White walls and white floors. It's so plain. So cut off from everything. I feel isolated. And I can't take it.

"Are you okay," Niall asks.

"No," I say not looking up."

"How did this affect you." I can tell he is struggling to ask me these questions. He's too afraid of the answers.

"I don't know," I answer in monotone. I keep a straight face. I don't cry. I don't want to cry.

"Are you happy you're out of there?" He asks.

"No," I say and he looks surprised. Very surprised.

"Why should I be happy to be anywhere. It doesn't matter where I am."

I finally look up at him. He's frozen in place.

"Niall?" I question.

"Niall."

"Sorry," he says quickly.

"It's okay," I say plainly. For what? I have no idea but what else can I say. I don't want to answer these questions. I just want to be alone. I'm not insane. I can't even have 5 seconds to breath. I'm feeling trapped. Like someone is constricting my breathing. I'm in a box and I'm banging the walls begging to get out.

After a moment of silence I can't take the tight atmosphere anymore.

"Are we done?" I ask. I didn't mean for it to come out as rude as it did.

He hesitates but nods his head.

"I'll send somebody else here when you're ready," he says and head for the door.

"You think I'm crazy," I say plainly. He's sending a therapist I bet.

"No," he sighs," but your answers show something I don't understand. I need help to understand." I know he's trying to make me feel better. What's the point though. Nothing is going to help me. Nothing except for Harry.

"You won't be coming back?" I ask weakly as he turns back around to face me. I'm surprised it makes me upset that he won't.

He looks me in the eyes for a few seconds before he nods his head.

"I'll be back," he smiles,"whenever you want me. I'm here."

I give him a weak smile and lay me head on the wall beside me. The door opens and closes and I'm left alone in the silent room with just my thoughts.

AUTHER: IM SORRY ITS SHORT! BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT'S ALMOST HALLOWEEN! I DON'T TRICK-OR-TREAT ANYMORE BUT I STILL LOVE HALLOWEEN! IT'S SCARY MOVIES, HAUNTED HOUSES! FINALLY! PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! :) XX