Simplicity [Narry]

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This is an idea for a story I came up with. I think it will be a short story but, nevertheless, I'm looking forward to it.

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Prologue ~ d r o w n i n g

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Niall Horan was running so fast that he could barely feel his lungs as they burned in a white heat, his breaths flushing out quickly, legs pumping furiously forward. All he could think about was running, running away from his demons and monsters, when suddenly his head hit the pavement so hard that he couldn’t even cry out. The world was spinning around him, dizzy and blurred. Blood quickly began running down the side of his face and gushing from his nose; he licked his lips hurriedly and scrambled to get up, tasting dirt, gravel and sweaty rust on the insides of his cheeks.

The boy above Niall laughed and sat roughly on top of him, his knee protruding into the small of Niall’s back and trampling his ribs into the floor. He tugged on the back of Niall’s head and it snapped back painfully; Niall gasped for air, accidentally sucking up tiny stones and droplets of sweat, the remnants of puddle water dripping from his lips. His face was millimetres from the ground.

“You queer,” the boy sneered, tugging the fistful of hair in his hand; the back of Niall’s head throbbed and he hissed through his teeth, feeling his eyes sting with tears. They hung heavy on his eyelids and he blinked them away fiercely as the boy above him snarled, “You know what we do to queers?!”

As he whimpered, Niall wondered whether the boy actually wanted an answer; he didn’t want to do anything to further anger him but whether answering him was what he wanted, well, Niall didn’t know. Why couldn’t things just be simple?

The boy, as it would happen, didn’t want an answer. He leaned forward, crushing Niall's body, crushing his soul and his spirit but not breaking them, never breaking them. “We drown ‘em," he murmured, his slimy lips ghosting over the shell of Niall's ear...

And then Niall’s head was slammed to the ground in front of him, straight into a thick, muddy puddle, where he was forced under the water until his face was red and his lungs were starved, and he passed out thinking about the fluidity of death.