"I've made a lot of changes but not
forgetting who I was." Niall would say
that a lot. I remember like it was
yesterday when he had the cooked
teeth and wore pools almost everyday.
It's been 5 months since he's passed
and I haven't been seeing much if him
and if I do it's only in dreams. He's
always with his friends drinking at a
bar and then my dreams turn into
nightmares. These dreams control
themselves and I have no power over it.
He either ends up banging some person
he just met or gets hit by a car. It's like
that in every dream. "Julianne. Time to
go." My dad says as we put our things
in the car to go on vacation. Since we
live in Ireland, Were going to the US
for the entire summer. Which should
be fun. "Ready Julie?" Jonathan asks.
"Yep all ready!" I lie. Underneath this
happy face is a broken heart. And it's
amazing how you can fool people with
a smile. I grabbed Niall's sweater as I
went down stairs to get in the car. "Bye
Niall." I whispered as I got in the car.
And yes I named the house Niall and
no it's not weird. We drove to the
airport and boarded our flight to New
York. I took my seat and the plane took
off. It was going to take at least 12
hours or more, so I listened to music
which always calmed me. The song I
Won't Give Up came on and I started
tearing up. He played this song for me
before I went to Italy for spring break. I
then started screaming. I wanted Niall
back. I wish I could hold him again.
"Julianne calm down!" My mother
yelled at me. "I WANT NIALL BACK!!!
NIALL PLEASE COME BACK TO
ME!!"I screamed. I must've looked like
a little girl but I could care less.Then
something was stuck in my arm and I
looked at my arm and then the person
who stuck the needle in my arm and
then I passed out. But the weird thing
is, the person who stuck the needle in
my arm looked exactly like Niall.
