This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Thinking the worst-1

A/n- Hello people's of wattpad!! This story us the fourth one in the Please let me in series! I have revised this one and will with the other ones!! Make sure to read the others first!! :)

-Niall's POV-
Evelyn stepped through the door slowly and I looked up. This maneuver took quite a bit of energy, which scared me. My head spun and my stomach growled loudly, but I ignored it, like I have been doing for the past three weeks. I doubted my appetite would ever return.

"Why hello darling!" She chirped and I groaned and scooted closer to the wall as she approached me.

I could practically feel my cancer spreading throughout my body.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it definitely can't help to barely drink anything or eat anything. My lungs burned for the sweet relief of the rush of oxygen, but they had to rely on themselves. I have to fight for my life, and if I have another spell where I can't breathe....well. I might die here then.

I have to fight...and....I have been. Hard. Everyday is torture. She finds a new way to torture me each day. It amazes me how sick in the mind a person could be and what a person could do to another person.

Suddenly, I was slapped out of my thoughts, literally. She had slapped me across the face.

Her fingers dug into my skin and I gasped, but didn't cry out, because this wasn't even a fraction of the pain I had endured in these past three weeks.

"Listen to me when I talk to you!!" She ordered, yelling in my face. I gulped at her terrible breath and winced as she took a cigarette out of her pocket. I coughed weakly, my body not having any of this.

"P....please...." I begged, sounding incredibly pathetic. My voice didn't sound like my own. It was raspy, and could be lower than Harry's ever was.

Evelyn lit the cigarette and smiled and put the cigarette up to her lips. The smell drifted into my lungs and they burned. I found it hard to breathe, so I started to cough.

I'm unbelievable tired. My energy is all spent. I'm in bad shape and she knows it. I was starting to get dizzy from the lack of food, water, and the loss of blood. My eyes were heavy, threatening to close at any minute. I struggled to keep them open. I saw a figure behind Evelyn and assumed it was Jake, thus the blonde hair. Jake was holding something, but I couldn't quite make it out.

Evelyn smirked and grabbed something from Jake's hand. My vision cut in and out as she set the cup in front of me. Water. My heart skipped two beats and fluttered.
They both walked out the door and I dove for the water, careful not to spill a drop. I stupidly gulped it down, but then gagged, my throat burning and aching. It's saltwater. Damn.

I choked and began coughing, coughing up blood. So much blood. There was a pool in front of me. How did this happen so fast? The salt burned my already dry throat and stung the cut on my lip, which was inflicted by Evelyn, and had also started bleeding.

And yet. I continued to cough. I heard the sickening laughing sound outside the door and I coughed harder, wanting desperately to stop. If it keeps up, that means she'll win. I cannot let her win.

I finally managed to stop and catch my breath, which was all too precious. The coughing left my battered body worse. My stomach stirred and I threw up. More blood. Mixed with salt water. My hands began to shake violently, and my body followed in suit, soon....I couldn't stop shaking as if my body were put on vibrate. I wretched blood onto the cold, hard, dirty concrete. My throat burned. My body was littered with numerous cuts and bruises. My hair was matted and stained with my own blood and dirt.