Pieces (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 5

I walked down a dark alley. I don't know why I was there, but I knew I had a mission to find something that's mine. I picked up my pace. I searched and yelled for someone frantically. I came at a stop because I heard a crying noise. It was Lylah. She was laying on the ground.

"What's wrong?" I cried trying to sit her up.

I noticed she had a shot wound on her shoulder.

Suddenly I heard a loud shot ringing in my ears and a piercing pain in my back. I had been shot. And then I got shot again. And again. The shots kept coming until I couldn't feel them anymore. I was screaming the whole time but nobody heard me.

I awoke from my awful nightmare jerking into a sitting position. I was sweating and my face was wet with tears.

I checked my alarm to see what time it was. 3:36 am. I couldn't go to sleep after that nightmare.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face.

I put on some thick gray sweat pants and a hoodie.

I decided I would go for a walk and take a shower and get ready for school once I got back.

I put a note on the fridge just incase my mom got up and wondered where I was. I put on my brown moccasins and grabbed my iPhone and went out the front door into the chilly October air. I walked on the sidewalk next to the road headed towards the park about a mile from my house. The park has a campsite, a lot of big trees, and a river that runs through the center. There is a tree that I claimed mine when I first moved here. It's a very large tree that sits close to the river and could probably hold three people at once. I climb it when I need to think. Once I got to the park, I found my tree and climbed it to my special seat.

My special seat is a huge branch that is curved into a seat. It's big enough to seat two people.

I got myself comfortable and thought about my nightmare.

I have those nightmares all the time. I had two older brothers growing up. The oldest, John Luke, joined the army at 19. We didn't see him much until he got his leg injured and had to come home.

*Flashback*

One day me and John Luke went to go pick up some breakfast items so we could make my mom breakfast in bed for Mother's Day. It was still dark outside because it was quite early. I was 10 years old. We drove to the nearest Dollar store and got the ingredients. We were going through the checkout line when a guy with a black mask over his face pulled out a gun and demanded that the lady at the other register to give him all the money in the register. My brother thought that it was his duty to stop the guy, so he told me to hide behind one of the isles. I watched John Luke body slam the guy into one of the isles. It scared the hell out of me and I cried the whole time. I saw my brother fight the guy for the gun. It skidded across the floor. John Luke went to grab it but the robber's buddy picked it up and shot John Luke in the chest. I screamed out and ran over to John Luke. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said to hide behind the isle until the men left and call the police. I did as I was told. I dialed 911 and told them about the robbers and that my brother got shot in the chest. I told them the address to the Dollar store and to hurry. After I got off the phone with the police I waited for the robbers to leave. Once they left with the money I ran to one of the ladies at the register.

"Do something! He's gonna die! You have to help him! He was only trying to stop those guys.." I sobbed.

The lady ran to the back and grabbed some towels. She pushed them on his chest to stop the bleeding.

The ambulance and the police pulled up and came running inside with a gurney . They slid my brother onto it and wheeled him into the ambulance.

He looked scared and he wasn't breathing well. I wanted to ride in there with him, but the police officer said that I wasn't old enough. The police officer called my mom and told her what happened. Her and my other brother, Ethan, met us at the hospital. John Luke was in the emergency room and the doctors said we weren't allowed to see him until they got his heartbeat maintained or something like that. My mom called my dad and told him what happened. He was on his first flight to Rhode Island. I had fallen asleep in the waiting room.