Broken And Shattered (A Niall Horan FanFic) UNDER REVISION

Prologue :)

Hey guys! This isn't exactly my first fanfic, but it definitely is going to be one of my longest ones. I usually only write one shots and such but I'm thinking of writting a couple of chapters for this one. So I'm sorry if this gets bad in anyway possible. This isn't the first chapter yet, just a prologue :) 

I've been dead to the world for as long as I can remember. It wasn't immediate, it happened slowly, one by one, I lost a piece of my soul. I did not talk, unless spoken to, I did not laugh, unless forced to. My heart has been hardened, I could not love. My eyes could not show any emotion. The ice in my entire being was too hard to crack, the last piece of any living being within me was trapped, deep in the dark abyss of my heart. I was in one word, a shell. I've lost any real connection with the world. All of my feelings have been dulled except for a small throbbing sense of sleepiness. I was tired of living. I had to end it all. There was nothing left to live for.

People always say that you're life flashes before your eyes when you are about to die. I guess I was no exception. Fragments of my life flashed before me. A silver bell wrapped around my finger, Rosa and Fred laughing, wind chimes whistling in the warm summer air. A pair of light blue eyes and light blonde hair. The smell of burning cookies. The almost made me smile. Almost. A last glimpse of sad, disappointed gray eyes filled my vision before the numbing sensation of coldness and darkness overwhelmed my senses.

I woke up, gasping for air. I started wretching out water and puking my guts out. Was I dead? Was I in heaven? My vision was blurred, I didn't know where I was.

"Are you ok?"

I turned my head to where the voice came from. I vigurously rubbed my eyes.

It was a young man. He couldn't have been more than 18. He had beautiful blonde hair with brown roots, he had startling blue eyes and a pale complexion. He had a very slim build, he wasn't overly fit, but he wasn't lanky either. He didn't look very tall, even in his crouching position. His clothes and hair were dripping wet, a look of concern was evident in his eyes. He looked so familiar, but I just couldn't place my finger on it. He looked way too much like THAT boy. 

My head hurt a lot and there was a throbbing pain in my ankle. My eyes were drooping. Uh oh. I was losing conciousness. I couldn't keep them open any longer. My eyes closed and i passed out right then and there.

  

She had been trying to kill herself. I knew she was. I saw her fall from the bridge and into the freezing November water. Without another thought, I quickly dove in and rescued her out of the freezing river. I don't know why I tried to interfere, but I knew I just had to save her. I swam swiftly over to her and carried her out of the water. I carefully laid her down on the sidewalk. Panting heavily, I looked at her, examining her. If there was one thing that was obvious, she was definitely pretty. She looked no older than 13 years old, so she was obviously going to be a beauty when she grew up. She had black hair that was still dripping from her fall from the bridge. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. Her normally tan skin was pale from the harsh cold, her cheeks were flushed. Breaking me from my trance, she started wretching her guts out. I blushed, I had been staring. At least I knew she was alive.

"Are you ok?" I asked her.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at me with her intense hazel eyes. They were empty, emotionless. But behind that mask, her face was tired. Like all she wanted to do was sleep. She blinked a few more times before passing out again.

At least I knew one thing, she was alive. Unconcious, but alive. I picked her up, bridal style and walked over to my car. She was so light, it was scary. She was shivering quite violently. Good thing I parked close by. I unlocked the passenger seat and gently put her down. She was still shivering so I put the heater up full blast. I went to the driver seat and turned on the ignition. Wait until the boys see this.