the night chills run through my bones, a surge of excitement coursing throughout my body. my hands tingle with adrenaline, my eyes fixating upon the many lights in london. from small bookshops, to different type's of plazas and other extravaganzas. the edge of my feet slide over the rail, the rest of my body dangling extremely close to the edge. i feel so happy. i'm controlling my mind for once. niall would be so proud. proud. proud. proud.
there's a point in someone's life when it gets dull, sad, or even tired. most people would try to make themselves happy, or even remotely close to it. but killing myself will make me happy. i'll finally get rid of alexander.
my head pounds, a smile showcasing on my tired face. i close my heavy eyes, and leap. the cold air briefly startles me. i look down, i'm about 200 feet up. i'd die, for sure. before i take my last breath, i feel a tug on my hand.
i'm only about four feet down from the balcony, when i look up to see niall screaming. i can't hear anything, i'm too busy being pulled up by niall. his tears are running down his pale face, as they run down his cheeks, down to his arms, then mine from our connected hands. his screaming, rapid and hysteric, is the only thing that is keeping me sane.
"stop! stop!" alexander screams loudly in my mind, i pull my hands away from nialls to cover my ears, alexander's loud shouting makes my pain in my temple's even worse. niall finally pulls me up, and cradles my body like a baby into his chest.
i'm faintly aware of my hands gripping onto the soft fabric of his faded yellow shirt. he is still crying and screaming. niall rushes inside, still in his arms. he sits on the bed and places me in his lap. i start to cry myself, i don't even know why. the sliding door is still open, the wind ushering itself through it and through the tiny room. i get up to shut it, but niall fiercely pulls me back.
"your not going back out there!" nialls voice booms, and i nod, understandingly. my makeup runs down my face, but then realize alexander is drawing on me again. although this time, the ink burns, and it's not in moon's or stars, there's scribbles and gibberish written all over me. it's a stinging pain, and the room smells like burnt flesh.
i cry out, as nialls hands scoop water under the faucet and pours in over my body. i look up at him, his pink lips are bloody, probably from my hands. they gripped the broken glass near the railing. his oceanic eyes are glossy, still producing tears, his pale blond/tainted brown hair look messy and roused up. his pale cheeks cast a warm glow of sadness.
why can't i be normal?
-----
sorry short chapter, but a lot happened. it took me awhile to write this.
songs for this chapter:
teen idle - marina an the diamonds
U.N.I.- ed sheeran
young and beautiful- lana del rey
PS; 455 reads?!? that's crazy! thank you guys so so so much for your love and support!
PSS; i'll try to update 4 times this week. may 15th is my birthdayyy. :) HOLLA
YOU ARE READING
strange :: n.h
Fanfiction"i never noticed how a bit of darkness could ruin me completely. but the worst part is, i don't mind." -- DISCLAIMER: smut, crude language and talk of disorder. read at your own risk.
