My fault - His fault

Broken

Three months later...

Cold. I'm so cold. Why did they wait three months to do this to me? I thought the suspense was the worst... I was so wrong.

"Hey" Niall's cellmate Dylan called out from the top bunk "How are you?"

"F... F... Fine," Niall stuttered as he lay shivering on his bunk

"I told ya, I couldn't do anything when it happened,"

"I... know"

Dylan sighed, "I told ya it would happen, I told ya so ya'd be ready"

Niall remained silent

"How'd them doctors treat you?"

"Better then most people here"

"I heard them tests are embarrassing"

"Those guards... they could have.... they did nothing.... to stop it"

"Ha..." Dylan laughed, "To them you're just a screw up, who murdered a guy,"

"I didn't... murder... him"

"It doesn't matter to them, he's dead because of you. That's all they care about"

"They... aren't all... bad"

"Not all of them, just trying to find one is like trying to swim without water"

Dylan jumped off the bunk and knelt beside Niall.

Niall, who was facing the wall, was still shivering.

Dylan reached out and gently touched Niall's shoulder, causing Niall to jump in the air and start to hyperventilate.

"Woah, it's okay blondie,"

Niall froze, that was what they called him when they... when they... hurt him.

"Don't... don't do that... please"

"Sorry, kid" Dylan replied "Turn around,"

"Why?"

"Because... just turn around. I got to tell ya something, it's important,"

Niall slowly turned around. He clenched his jaw tight, to prevent himself from screaming with pain, a few tears make it to his eyes. "What?" He asked once he was facing Dylan.

"I get that your hurt, that your scared shitless, that on this bed you can be as weak as you want. But when you get out of this bed your gonna have to be strong. You have to suck it up,"

"How can... I do that?" Niall asked the tears still in his eyes.

"Cause if ya don't, they'll do it again, and this time they won't leave you alive,"

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As Niall walked down the hallway with the guard most of the other prisoners were taunting him. Whistling and jeering at him, shouting his name, telling him how good he looks, how good he was.

Niall was escorted to a private room where James was waiting. He was sitting at a small table with two chairs. James looked up and gestured for Niall to take the other seat. Once Niall was seated the guard left the room but stayed outside it.

"How are you doing Niall?" James asked, knowing how stupid he sounded but wanting to break the silence. Niall was anything but okay.

"Are you kidding?" Niall asked, the dark rings under his eyes showed how little sleep he was getting. On the eating department, Niall still looked healthy, at least nothing had changed there. After the call James got the previous day, he knew how emotionally unstable Niall would become by the time his sentence was over.