|What Happened to Niall| Niall Centric

Chapter 6 -»Niall Horan«-

1 year ago

I woke up with my face buried in the dirt. I tried to move my arm from under me to push myself up but groaned when I did. I looked down at my left hand to see it seemed to have stopped bleeding, only dried blood and dirt covered the cut.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I pushed myself up from the ground and looked around me. I was in a little ditch and the sky was dark now. How long had I been out? My knee still hurt and so did basically everything else.

I couldn't hear anything, it was eerily silent. Not even the birds around me dared to make a sound. I stood up carefully, not wanting to make any noise that would attract attention. I didn't know what, or even who was lurking around.

Had the facility given up on finding me? Where was I? I had never made it this far before, it was honestly a miracle.

I limped my way out of the ditch, my hands gripping the dirt under me as I slid slightly. When I made it to the top, I stopped to look around me. I didn't see or hear anyone.

Slowly, I started to make my way through the dark forest again. It was hours before I saw any sign of life. The sun was just starting to shine through the sky when I caught sight of a building.

I didn't know if I was upset or relieved when I realized the small house was abandoned. It looked like no one had been around in years.

I approached the white house cautiously, running my hand over the broken down fence as I passed it. It had been years since I had seen an actual house. All I had seen since I had been taken was the dull walls of my room that might as well have been a cell.

The back door on the house was barely even on the hinges as I knocked lightly. Like I thought, no one answered.

"Hello?" I still called as I made my way inside. No one answered.

I tiptoed through the house, checking every room before I confirmed that I was alone.

I finally let myself relax a little as I sat down on the carpeted floor upstairs. I was tired and for the first time in a long time; alone. I was completely alone.

My eyes started to water as I leaned my head against the wall. The light blue paint reminded me of my room back home.

I wanted to go home, I wanted to see my family. I wonder if they were okay. They probably thought I was dead.

I sniffled and sat upright. I didn't know what I was supposed to do now. I was a fugitive, I couldn't do much. I couldn't get caught, I wouldn't let myself. I would die before I went back to that facility.

There was one thing I knew I would find a way to do though, no matter how impossible it was. And it was very impossible, not to mention very dangerous. I didn't know how I was going to do it but I knew I would try until I did.

I was going to contact my family and let them know that I was alive.