Cyberbullied

Chapter 12

Niall's P.O.V


I ran and ran, taking a glance behind me. Sure enough they were still trying to catch up me.


"You can't hide, Niall Horan!" One girl shouted, causing my sprinting pace to increase. I was lost, I had no clue where I was at the moment. I crossed the empty street and ran straight into the forest, hoping to confuse and lose them. Suddenly, I appeared in front of a tall cliff. I forced my legs to stop, nearly falling off and plummeting to my death.


"Jump, Niall."


I spun around, still trying to catch my breath. I stared at all of them. They were smirking as I furiously shook my head. As much as I would love to die, this wasn't the way I was hoping to do it.


"Please, leave me alone," I cried out, tears falling down my cheeks. They stepped closer and closer. I felt my foot slip as I tried to back away from them. Losing balance, my body tipped and I closed my eyes, feeling panic and the wind flow through my body. I opened my mouth to scream, but all I heard was silence.


My eyes snapped open and I turned my head, capturing nothing but darkness.





I shot up, my heart racing with every quick beat. I let out a sigh of relief once I realized I was laying in bed . . . Sweating. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand before I threw the covers off my legs. I stood up, trudging over to the bathroom. I turned the light on, not expecting to see my face look paler then its ever been.


I shook my head to wake myself a bit more, opening my eyes wider. I let out a sigh, turning on the tap to splash cold water on my face.


That dream felt so real. An odd thought came to my mind after I turned the faucet off and wiped my face with the towel. Flipping the light switch off, I walked over to the bedside table, opening the drawer. My eyes landed on the silver object; mesmerized by it's sharp edge, I reached for it and closed the drawer. I grabbed my phone from the table and opened up the twitter app.


I slowly began to type a tweet I've always wanted to post ever since my depression had started to take its toll on me.


@NiallOfficial: Some people r so rude it makes me sick ! Thank you for makin my life miserable


Without hesitation, I pressed the button, showing all of my followers the regretful tweet I had just tweeted.


"Shit," I muttered, quickly rushing to delete the tweet. I let out a sigh in relief as I deleted it. But I knew more than a few people had already seen it. You're a fucking screw up, Niall. I looked up from my locked phone, staring at my white door.


What have I done?


I suddenly started dragging myself over to the door, clutching the blade in my right hand. I opened my door, quietly heading towards Harry's room. As I opened his door, I watched to make sure he was asleep. I walked into his room and closed the door. Glaring at the sleeping boy, I sat down on the carpet, close enough next to his bed.


I shook my head at him. He's the one giving me the most grief. He thinks I can fix myself in the blink of an eye, like it is so simple; it's not. I bowed my head down to the blade touching my hand. A second thought popped in my mind.


Slowly looking back up at Harry, I placed the blade on my wrist. Please don't do this to yourself. What if he wakes up? You can't let the poor lad lay there and watch as you cut yourself in pain like an idiot you are.


"Shut the hell up," I whispered to myself, soon gasping in realization. My head snapped in his direction, relief washing over my body, his eyes still closed. I clenched my jaw, standing up and marching out of his room. I walked down the stairs and ran out the front door. It was raining; practically a downpour.


I ignored the thunder and the rain, racing down the sidewalk in my pajamas and my bare feet. My whole body was soaked to the bone at this point, which had only been a minute. The blade unknowingly dug into the palm of my hand, causing a severe sting to run up my arm. My tears had mixed in with the rain, just how I would like it.


My eyes began to get blurry, only causing me to trip and fall down on the pavement. I let out a cry in pain. I hugged my knee tightly. The pain it was giving me was unbearable. I let out a cry of even more pain, opening my hand, allowing the rain to seep into my cut, making it worse.


I need this, I deserve this.


"Excuse me, young boy!" I heard a voice call out, causing my head to snap in the direction of where it came from. I spotted an elderly lady, standing on her porch in her pajamas, an unreadable expression showed itself to me. "Come over here or you'll get a cold!" She shouted at me. I slowly stood up, leaving the razor on the sidewalk as I approached the lady and her cozy looking house. She motioned for me to hurry up and I quickly walked up the steps connected to her porch.


She placed a hand on my back and led me into her house.


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After a good twenty minutes, I was sitting in comfier clothes, wrapped in a light blue knitted blanket as I took a small sip from the hot chocolate the nice lady made for me. She was kind enough to wrap gauze around the large cut on the palm of my hand.


"What were you doing out in the rain around midnight? And how did you get that cut on your hand?" She questioned with a glare on her face. What I want to know is how she knew I was outside sitting on the sidewalk; shouldn't she be sleeping too?


"I-I don't know. I guess I just wanted to go for a walk," I mumbled, forgetting to answer her second question.


"So you decided to walk in the rain?" She stared at me like I was crazy.


"I'm sorry," I apologized, looking down at my hands.


"No need to be sorry, young lad! It's just an odd thing for me to wrap my head around. Never in my 70 years of living have I experienced something like this!" She exclaimed, making me slightly chuckle.


"Thank you for everything Miss, but I guess I have to head home and it looks like the rain has stopped," I announce, standing up from the couch and placing the blue blanket on the spot I was just recently sitting on.


"It was nice having someone to accompany me! It does get lonely in this house," She mumbled, standing up and walking me over to the door.


"I'm glad I could keep you company!" I exclaimed before adding, "Oh, I forgot my pajamas, and I'm still wearing the ones you lent me!" I came to realization, my eyes widening while the lady laughed.


"I'll go grab your clothes, they should be done drying by now. Oh, and keep those clothes, they were for my grandson, but he returned them back untouched," She shook her head in disappointment as she walked down the hall where the powder room was. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion; why would her grandson return them. I waited until she came back with my dry clothes. I thanked her for everything as I opened the front door and stepped out into the foggy weather.


I waved goodbye to the nice lady before I made my way towards the flat. The lads are probably all awake and freaking out. I admired the dull weather, and just as my eyes darted across the street, I spotted a figure walking the opposite of where I was walking. The familiar hair color and choice of clothing, made me recognize who it was. Without thinking, I ran across the street yelling, "Marly!"


Her head snapped in my direction and as soon as she spotted me, a huge smile sprung across her face.


"Niall!" She replied, opening her arms, wanting a hug from me. I opened my arms and she walked into them, resting her head on my chest as I tightly hugged her and she tightly hugged me. "I haven't seen you in a while!" She mumbled to me.


"Weren't we talking yesterday?" I asked her, causing a fit of giggles to fall out of her mouth while I laughed along.


"I must've forgot!" She exclaimed as we both pulled away from the long and much needed hug.


"Where were you heading?" I asked her with curiosity.


"My uncle wanted me to bring him breakfast so I'm just heading for Wawa," She explained with a shrug.


"Oh, well, I'll keep you company," I suggested-Just like I did with that nice lady-, not even thinking about going back to the flat to tell the lads I was alright.


"I'd love to have some company, I barely get any!" She laughed and I smiled at her. Also like that nice lady, what a coincidence!


We started talking about pointless food and how terrible food poisoning can be.


"Honestly, I thought I was gonna die!" I told her, holding my hand up to my beating heart. She laughed and nodded in agreement.


"Never will we ever experience food poisoning, am I right?" She stated in a playful tone which caused me to laugh. She suddenly stopped laughing, even stopped walking. "Oh my gosh, what happened to your hand?" She asked with shock. I glanced at my right hand, realizing my blood was bleeding through the gauze. Oh shit.


"Um . . . I, uh, I cut it," I stammered, my eyes widening before I quickly added, "while I was cooking my mates' dinner last night!"


She frowned and we continued to walk again.


"I've done that way to many times," She laughed, finally breaking the shortened silence. I smiled and nodded in agreement.


While we continued to walk in nothing but more silence, I suddenly heard such loud chattering coming from across the street. Both Marly and I glanced across the street, spotting a huge group of girls walking and talking in such short clothing. I oddly flinched, my heart rate picking up as I hadn't realized I stopped walking.


"Niall?" I heard Marly's faint voice over the loud beating of my heart. I backed away from the girls as far as I could. I suddenly stopped, spinning around to make sure I wouldn't fall off the cliff. I saw no cliff, only a dirty brick wall. "Niall, are you ok?" Still, her faint yet panicky voice wasn't loud enough for me to listen to; only the beating of my heart and the attention of those nasty girls were taking control over my body just like the dream I had last night.


I turned my body around to face those girls who were now staring at me and whispering to each other.


"No," I whispered, backing all the way until I was against the brick wall.


"No what, Niall?" Marly's voice echoed through my ears, placing a reassuring hand on my numb shoulder as I slowly slid down the wall. My hands gripped onto my hair, my eyes shut tight and I clenched and unclenched my jaw.


"Get them away from me! They're trying to kill me!" I yelled, the giggling and the voices overpowering my mind.


"You can't hide, Niall Horan!" A high pitched voice yelled in my head, followed by more giggling.


"Niall, please, stop! Everything's ok, they aren't going to hurt you!" Marly quickly reassured me as I continued to struggle.


"Make them go away!" I whispered, tears running down my cheeks as my hands slid down to my ears, covering both of them.


"They're gone! They walked away!"


The voices suddenly stopped, everything stopped beating me up inside. I opened my teary eyes, uncovering my ears and looking up across the street where I spotted no girls at all. My head finally turned to where Marly was kneeled down next to me, tears rushing down her cheeks. What have I done?

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Hey! Sorry if the ending was rushed I guess? I don't know, it seems like I rushed it. Haha

And I'm sorry for not updating in a while! :)

- I love you forever !