STARGAZER

CHAPTER 3: STARGAZER

It was cold laying on the ground. Hands tied behind my back with my skin bare. I looked down at my skin bright red and trying to unravel the rope. Finally I got free and ran for my clothes pulling them on me as fast as I could. Why would someone do this to me? 

I was in a strange dark room. I opened the door to see I was in a shed. The street was right there. 

Book it. I said in my mind.  But then I felt a hand on my wrist. It was him. He had a hooded sweatshirt on but I recognized his voice. "LET GO" I screamed hoping someone would hear me. My thigh was searing with pain from the cut. I hit him with my foot and he let go. I ran off down the road, my hair wipping in my eyes. Running away.. 

I woke up sweating. Thoughts running through my head. "Sophia. It's just a dream. It's alright." I kept saying to myself.. But no matter how much I said it the more it hurt. It was a part in my life I can't erase. Why can't I just go back to normal.

It was only 3:00 in the morning. I don't see myself getting anymore sleep tonight. I looked over to see Beatrice passed out on the bed still. Dead sleep. I would do anything for that right now. 

I got up and looked in the mirror. This is who I am. The girl who will forever be burdened by what my ex did to me. He ruined my life, and I will never forgive him for that. I feel worthless.. and maybe I am. 

I moved over and looked out the window. The moon was full tonight, and the stars were brighter than ever. I slipped on my shoes and walked out the door. It was quiet, but I can still hear the music bumping downstairs. I slipped into the ROOF door and laid down not realizing there was someone laying there already. 

"OH MY GOSH, you scared me!" I yelled. "I'm sorry." Niall said, it sounded like he was crying. I sat down, not looking at the stars but at Niall. 

"What's wrong?" I said. I was genuinely concerned for him. He pushed himself up on his left arm. "Tonight was the night. At 2 oclock that my ex girlfriend died in a car crash."  I felt so bad now, so I moved to lay down close to him and hugged him. Not saying a word. Just laying there in quiet, listening to the crickets from below. 

He pulled back a little not letting go and whispered "What's that for?" I answered back honestly. "Niall. I know that, it's hard. And I also know that saying i'm sorry never helps. No matter what. All I have to offer is a shoulder to cry on. That's all I can give to a friend." After I said that he hugged me tighter. I didn't feel scared, I just felt sorta 'on the edge' since I just relived my past in my dream. But then he let go. He laid back on his back and spoke. "Thank you. Sophia. Really, no one understands but you do." I laughed softly. "You're welcome. Niall." 

"Why are you up here anyways?" He said confused, wiping the tears from his cheeks. I answered hesitantly, "I had a bad dream." I felt embarrassed, but he didn't seem to laugh at me.  "What about?"

"I don't feel like talking about it right now, Niall. I'm sorry." I replied. "No, no it's alright I understand." he said genuinely. I would love to tell him. Tell him about my past and tell him about my problems. I just feel like maybe if we become best friends he'll understand more. If that makes sense..

We stayed there talking. Talking about his girlfriend Maria who he was with for a year until the crash. ".. It was cold out. And we were at a bar. She was so drunk. We got in a fight because I saw her kissing some guy on the dance floor. She stormed out and got into the car locking it so I couldn't stop her. I looked down the road an-" His voice cracked like he was ready to cry. But he continued clearing his throat first. "And she uhh. Got in a crash. I saw her from down the road, she went through the red light. I ran as fast as I could but when I pulled her out she was gone instantly. She had a huge gash across her forehead." The last word he said was forced out and you could tell he was broken. You could tell by the way his eyes weren't totally there when I looked over at him.

Later we talked about the moon. Actually laughing and making jokes. "Do you believe in the man in the moon?" I said laughing. "Do you flippin' see a man? Cause I surely don't!" We argued back and forth about the different shadows shown on the moon. He let me win saying I quote, "Fine, I see it. You're right." He wasn't being rude, he said it with his normal voice.

It was 4:00 already and I was getting tired. I told him I was doing to bed but when I went to get up he pulled me close again and said "Please don't go." 

(DAY 3)

That morning I woke up on the roof with him. I was laying in his arms. This is exactly where I need to be. 

THIS IS SO SHORT SORRY GUYS!