The blade (A niall horan fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Niall's POV

 

    All I could smell was Gigi's intoxicating perfume, but all I could think about was Mikki. Why'd she have to run out? Why couldn't she just let me comfort her? It just doesn't make sense. Why'd she g-

     "Niall! HELLO..." Gigi waved her hand in front of my face. "Are you coming in or not? Come on babe, I know you want to..."

     I can't stand her. As much as I want to pretend I like her, I don't. Just the way she acts. She's almost molded to be unreal. Like a Barbie doll. I can't do this. I won't do this.

     "Gigi, No. I'm not coming in and I don't want to do this again. I'm so sick of acting this with you. I know you don't actually like me, and to be frank I don't like you. We have no Connection, whatsoever, so why are we still doing this?"

     "But Niall I--"

     "No, Gigi. Whatever 'relationship' we have, It's over. Goodbye." A wave of relief washed over me when I walked away from that house. Gigi stood there and stared at me in shock. I'm surprised she didn't see it coming. She's just so...

       Mean.

       I can't even be near her anymore. I need someone who actually cares. Someone who actually feels. Someone like Mikki. Oh God, Niall, why do you obsess over her. She doesn't want to be bothered. Why can't I stop thinking about her? She's beautiful. The color of her eyes drive me crazy. I barely know the girl, but something about her sticks in my brain. I can't help it.

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        I got in my car and drove off. I guess you could say I live in a pretty nice place. I live in an apartment really far away from the school. I always drive by this beautiful bridge high above the water. I always loved to look at this view. Except in this view there was something much diffrent. Something I wish I'd never seen.

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     Mikki's POV

  

    It hurts. Crying every night, it hurts. I don't know how to solve it. Other than that one thing, but this felt bigger. I felt this emptiness. I felt that worthlessness. People alway say that everyone has a purpose in life, but for some reason I feel like whatever purpose I had I must've fulfilled it already, because I have no point. I can't handle this. I need an escape. I need to escape the only way I know how.

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    Regular POV

     Mikki ran straight out of her house without a care in the world. She knew where she was going to go. She got on her bike and sped. Tears atreaming down her face her vision was blurred, but she wasn't scared of the oncoming traffic. At this point, she wasn't scared of anything.

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    Mikki's POV

  

      I finally got there. I'm finally going to do it. There's no turning back now. I got of my bike, and walked to the edge of the bridge. It was beautiful. The view was perfect. I sat down to enjoy the scenery. After all, if these were going to be my last seconds I was going to end it with a view of something breathtaking. I sat down with my legs hanging over the edge. This is it.

      Just as I was about to jump off, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the last person I expected to see there.