Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Awaken - Chapter 83

Hey,

So...

I've been thinking.

I've been writing this story for a year and a half now, and I think it's time for the sequel, if you know what I mean ;). 

This story is becoming so long, and I think I'm getting ready for the next part of it (:

SO -

The story isn't ending yet, don't worry. It's going to have a few more parts, and then the first book will be over ;) 

Don't worry, I've already planned a sequel. 

Let me know what you think?

Love you 

x

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Colena's P.O.V.

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I let out an ear-piercing scream, and sat up in a bolt. My entire body was shaking on the bathroom floor, and Monk lifted his head, and stood up. My veins were growing underneath my skin, becoming extremely obvious. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. My first reaction was to look down at my arms, and I was in disbelief when I didn't find any cuts, not even a single scratch.

At that moment, I broke down. I let myself collapse. I didn't even stop myself from crying. What was the use? It wasn't going to help anything in this situation. 

I put my face in my shaky hands, and let out my emotions. 

"Colena?" I heard outside the door. Then there was knocking.

"Colena, what's going on?"

I pushed myself off the floor as fast as I could, unlocked the door, and flung it open. I immediately wrapped my arms around his body and held him as tight as physically possible.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asked me.

I couldn't respond, though. I was shaking too much and was crying too hard. I shook my head just to tell him that it wasn't okay.

He began rubbing my back, not saying anything because he knew I wouldn't be able to tell him.

"It's going to be okay," he reassured me.

I shook my head.

"How can you tell?" I squeezed him a bit harder.

"I just do," was all he said.

 We stood there for a couple minutes more, before I finally pulled away and wiped my face with my left hand. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked me.

I knew he was dying to know, but I didn't want to tell him. At least not yet. 

I shook my head and sighed.

"Not now."

I turned to walk down the hall, and as soon as I was about to walk into the living room, he stopped me.

"If not now, then when?" Was all he had to ask.

I stopped in my tracks and hesitated. I turned to look at him, standing 10 feet away from me, his hands in his pockets, his hair pointing in different directions, and his eyes surrounded with dark circles.