Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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(A/N New character alert? I think so. Everyone welcome Dylan O'brien to the fam. (; enjoy. )

TYLIE'S POV

Bam. Smack. Bam. Drop to the floor.

I do not know how I found myself in this Hell that I call a life, and I also don't know how I managed to stumble into an empty gym once again. Many people gave me confused expressions as I stormed down the hallways in blind, rage filled fury like a bat out of Hell.

All of these random people knew who I was, which I didn't know how all these random strangers knew me how they did. Apparently I didn't know anything anymore, sensing the only person I've ever cared about has lied to me about his identity as well. The valedictorian who scored a perfect 36 knew absolutely nothing in this fucked up world of war.

My hands furiously hit the clean punching bag in front of me, but I eventually collapsed onto the floor after a good hour of hitting it with my bare fists. Nobody came looking for me, and that was good because I would have replaced the punching bag with their face. All of my knuckles were busted, and my tiny wrists ached furiously beneath my skin. Blue and purple hues started to spread across the tips of my knuckles.

Ragged, sharp breaths pushed through my parted lips, but I did not cry once. Oh, no I wasn't sad about white lies and pain like this anymore. I was quite used to all of these mind blowing revelations nowadays.

Enraged wasn't even a strong enough adjective for what I felt right now in this very moment, like an earthquake trapped inside a bottle. I felt like I could murder someone with my bare, small hands. Whoever I was now wasn't who I was supposed to turn out to be. I was supposed to be happy and traveling the world with my best friend while we made the best of memories. Instead I'm depressed, and the world is practically withering away at my feet.

My brother..... My half-brother was programmed to kill me all these years by my father. Not to mention that Harry and Niall are half-brothers. Niall is my half-brother's half-brother, so what would that even make us? We don't have the same blood, but still now he's still apart of my family in a way. My colossally fucked up family. There was no way I could be with Niall now, because he was basically my brother.

This changes everything.

My heart fumbled weakly in my bruised rib cage as I tucked my knees into my shaking chest and wrapped my feeble arms around them. Why were things this way? Why couldn't things just be normal, and I live a normal life? At times like these I wondered if I was ever destined to have a happy life in the first place, like this was all mapped out to be shit from the beginning.

Angered again, I pushed myself up off the floor as quickly as I could without losing my balance with the huge anchor around my throbbing ankle. My tattered hands hit the bag, and the dull thuds knocked me into a mindless stupor.

Blood from my knuckles stained the otherwise clean punching bag, leaving scarlet streaks strewn about it. I was in a rage induced black hole consumed by every bad particle of this god forsaken planet until somebody's hands grabbed my shoulders.

Turning around on instinct, I jabbed my forearm into the persons neck, and growled, "I swear to Christ, Niall. If you don't get out of here right now I will hang you up by your bloody balls and murder you." Sweat dripped down my shiny forehead until I looked up to meet eyes that were, in fact, not blue. But they were still beautiful nonetheless with their hazel color.