Twisted || Niall Horan [ON HOLD (Major editing)]

Chapter 6

"Be kind to people and do not judge, for you do not  know what demons they carry and  what battles they are fighting. "

"There won't always be a light at the end of the tunnel, so you make one."

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Songs of the Chapter

Terrible Love- Birdy

Stay- Rhianna

Say Something- A Great Big World

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An eerie silence filled the air. Shelves upon shelves of books and empty tables filled the space. Large windows and a grand mural covered the walls. In the large area a clocked ticked somewhere telling the time from second to minute to hour. It was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. Although tempting, the silence couldn't be disrupted by ones need to prove a point. This wasn't a natural silence. It was the kind that engulfed your mind and body. A kind that causes you to lose your focus and sense. There were only three people who occupied the space, and yet they all had some sort of challenge they were facing.

The first was an older woman who had just witnessed her husband in an affair. Now she had the memories of blood, a gun, and two dead bodies all on her hands at some point the night before. She was just waiting for them to come and get her already. All the guilt was eating her alive, yet she enjoyed the way she felt when she knew he couldn't cause her anymore pain.

In the middle of the expanse room was a girl with four books laid in front of her. None had been touched since she sat down. Her left eye would twitch every few seconds. Goosebumps rose across her skin from her just thinking about the incident in which she almost died. Stuck in an elevator hanging on just barely. An explanation for her fear of tight and enclosed spaces. Currently it was too much space for her.

Then lastly in a very dark corner was a boy with blue eyes that reflected a river. A bottle of pills sat next to a gallon of water in which he planned to consume. His hair. that was once a neat quiff, was ragged due to the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. On the table was a notebook that he furiously scribbled in his few goodbye. Silent prayers left his quickly moving lips as the voices inside his head grew louder and louder complaining about his slow moving pace to finish the task at hand.

Neither knew the other were in the room and if they did, they would not be one to judge. Standing bold is the frequently used idiom "Dont judge a book by it's cover." In this situation though, they were the books. No matter how normal they looked on the outside, the inside would never reflect that.Demons are not only voices, but people, actions, and thoughts as well.

Luna's POV

There was a snap in the back of my head. Like a bone being snapped in two, or a trees branches being picked off one by one. My mind moved slower than my body as my feet took me to the darkest part of the area and my knuckles were bloody. From being torn from my nails in my subconscious, probably. Or maybe I was conscious, just unaware of the pain.

A presence of someone else could be felt the faster I went. Sobs could be heard no matter how silent the person tried to be. This was my body finding a distraction from it's controller.  After one last sharp turn I saw him.

His fingers repeatedly scratched the sides of his face and arms making me  grow quite itchy feeling myself. That's when I saw what he was doing. Part of me- the smart part- wanted to run back and yell for help. But the other part of me wanted to join him. So I walked over and sat down in front of him, the unintelligent part succeeding.

He looked at me the instant I sat down. Not knowing what to do, I put my hand out and quickly grabbed the bottle.

"Put it back!" he yelled. Spit sprinkled my face.  I'm not sure if he's psychotic or if something drove him insane.

"I-I can't." I whisper to him. Why I was whispering? No clue.

We sat there for a while deep in our thoughts. You could tell by looking at him looking at him long enough how he was unsure of his own thoughts. He would look from side to side like someone was there when it was just more empty space.

"A bathtub." I blurted.

He shot me a confused look. "What?"

" I would have done it in a bathtub."

"Oh." he sighed, "Why there?"

It took no time to reply, only because I contemplated this multiple times before.

"It's where I relax the easiest. Besides, I like to swim. It'd be like a permanent swim."

He didn't respond to that. Just a little nod of the head after a while.

" What do you think it means?"

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"When your soul is drowned by demons. What do you think it means?"

" I think...I think it means that we aren't ourselves anymore. That we've lost our touch to someone who's trying to be us. The soul is not visible but it is us, and if that dies out we are dead corpses walking around acting human."

"Thank you."

I gave him a look. "For what? I haven't done anything."

He chuckled and shook his head. " But you did. You just saved my life."

"No I didn't. You saved yourself. I just made sure you had the chance to." I grinned.

He laughed. A genuine laugh. " What's your name?"

"Luna Madrid, you?"

"Louis Tomlinson. Nice to meet you under these circumstances Luna."

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Outside the building where two of the three people in that room were conversing, four cars pulled up. Each with red and blue flashing lights that lit up the windows. The woman that sat behind the counter smiled, pleased at how quick they discovered she was the one behind the crime. Seconds later, eight officers burst in with school security and the principal.

"Sue Harris you are under arrest for the murder of George Harris and Courtney Vermeer." He paused as two cops put handcuffs on her.

In the back, the two students heard the commotion. After giving each other a glance, they hurriedly rushed to see what was going on.

Luna gasped at the sight in front of her, while Louis awkwardly scratched the back of his neck unsure of how he was to react.

"Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford one, then one will be appointed to you." The same cop continued as they began to lead her to one of the cars.

Principal Lawrence turned to them and apologized not even bothering to ask if they had a pass for not being in class. She knew they had been through something by their tired eyes and wrinkled forehead.

"I guess you can't judge someone from how they look." Louis expressed to Luna.

"No, you can't." She shrugged. "Not all demons appear, but just because we can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there. Hers just couldn't be silenced by another person."

They both watched the cars speed off until they were no longer in sight. A bell rung and they both grabbed their things before walking outside together. Side by side.

A/N

»unedited«

I'm so sorry for the super late update! I've had a extremely bad case of writers block and nothing was helping. But it's a kinda  long chapter. Anyways, I want your opinion on the 3rd person omniscient. I like it a lot better. Ily all !