My fault - His fault

Killer

Niall forced his eyes open. His eyelids seemed to be doing their best to make that impossible. He felt as though he had been stamped on by an elephant. Under his eyes were dark and his skin was pale.

He took a deep breath, which sent him into a coughing fit. A few seconds later the doctor came in with a glass of water.

"Here drink this," he said in a comforting tone. Niall took a few sips, then the doctor put the cup on the table. "I'm guessing we don't need a re-introduction?" He asked as he sat down on the side of Niall's bed.

Niall shook his head, "No we don't, Dr Marcs... What happened?"

"It's more like what didn't happen, and the answer to that would be eating. Apparently you haven't eaten in days."

"I... I haven't been hungry,"

"Really? Hmm. Well, your body is telling me a different story. It's telling me that if you don't eat then you'll die,"

Dr Marcs waited for a reply from Niall, but it didn't come so Dr Marc's continued, "Is that what you want? Do you want to die?"

Niall's eye instantly filled with tears he wouldn't let fall.

Dr Marcs sighed,"I know it's been tough on you Niall, but you, unlike most of the other prisoners here, will get out one day. You will have freedom again,"

Silence filled the air for a few seconds, than Niall began to speak, "The first three months... All they did was yell the things they wanted to do to me. Then they... did it,"

Dr Marcs was the doctor who took care of Niall after he was raped. He had been working as the prison doctor for twelve years and had never seen someone hurt as badly as Niall was. Then he had taken care of Niall after he had been beaten up by Carl and Zack. The doctor knew why Niall was in prison, but he couldn't help but feel bad for him. He knew what Niall had done was wrong, but he also knew that Niall belonged in private prison... Not in a prison with men twice his size who were probably bitter because Niall's life up until this point had been better then theirs.

"I haven't eaten much since then," Niall added, still not letting the tears in his eyes fall.

"You have a brother right?"

Niall nodded,

"You really think he would want you to starve yourself?"

"He wouldn't care,"

"Well what about your band mates? Would they want you to starve yourself?"

"I just... I don't want to starve myself... It's just easier not to eat, because when I do I feel... I feel like I'm gonna throw up... And sometimes I do,"

"Is it because your afraid what happened to you before will happen to you again?"

"No," Niall said mournfully, "It's because I know what happened before will happen again,"

There was another brief silence. Dr Marcs would have loved to be able to tell Niall that what happened before wouldn't happen again, but he couldn't say that... Because like it or not, the truth was that Niall was probably right.

Dr Marcs stood up, "I've got you hooked on an IV right now. It'll help some. Make you a little stronger. I'm gonna keep you here for 48 hours,"

"48?" Niall questioned, "For passing out?"

"Well if you want to go back to your cell, I can unhook your IV and let you go," Dr Marcs said, although he didn't mean a word of it.

"No!" Niall shot back, "No! 48 hours is fine,"