Toy Soldiers (Tell me a lie- sequel)

Chapter 18

Datan!

Song: Swing Life Away by Rise Against. 

Niall's Point of View

We ended up eating the pizza during the first movie (The Hunger Games) then watching A Journey To The Center of The Earth, The Incredibles and The Amazing Spiderman. All of which I cried at. Wow... I heard that The Hunger Games is a book series so I might just have to get them soon.

At 1am, we decided to call the night quits as mum had to work tomorrow. Obviously, she hadn't been to work while looking for and after me and needed money quickly. Maybe I could get a job to help.

The next morning was quiet and I had a nice lie in until lunch time. Like, I was only woken up because I actually felt hungry. I ate an apple and enjoyed the silence and being on my own in my own comfort and safety. I made sure all the windows and doors were locked just in case.

Mum had left me a note talking about her being home late (about 10pm she had said) and that I would have to cook my own dinner. Fair enough. I am nearly 17. I do kind of need to get my shit sorted out.

I sat down all day on the settee sometimes texting Liam and sometimes watching TV. To be honest, there was nothing on and I ended up constantly switching between MTV and VIVA. 

At 7, I decided that I had to eat something else apart from an apple. I didn't want to upset mum with not eating but it upset me. It's like being caught in a constant cycle of feelings. I don't want to disappoint. I eat. I feel like shit. I disappoint people again. 

 I sighed to myself and put some toast in the toaster and grabbed a plate. Toast for dinner is better then chips and nuggets. Well.. healthier anyway. A minute and a half later, the toast pops up and I spread a thin layer of butter over the top of it then cut it into small pieces out of habit. 

I sit down at the table and stare at the toast on the plate, my belly groaning at the sight. With a shaking hand and a thousand thoughts crossing my mind, I take a small square (not a square more oblong-y) and place it in my mouth.

Chewing quickly I swallowed it and instantly felt sick. Maybe I should of had soup or something less dry.

I manage two more pieces before I throw away the rest of it and place the plate on counter top next to the sink. I grab a drink of water and head to my room. 

I place the water on the bedside table and pick up my guitar. I was in the singing mood. But I didn't know what to sing. 

My fingers cascaded over the strings randomly, making an aweful sound. I cringed and stopped. 

What songs do I know?

Instantly hearing a tune I liked from my endless channel changing, I start strumming the chords to Room To Breathe by You Me At Six. My head slowly nods as I start singing. 

"I feel a little lost in this world. I try a little noise and choke. I've honestly never felt this alone. Oh I just need someone." I sing quietly. You could say that I'm a fast learner and a good interpreter. 

"I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free, I need a little time to think, and if you ever love me, then all I need is room to breathe." The chorus soon over, the pace slows down. 

I finish the song and look at the clock. It's only 8pm now. Groaning, I put away the guitar and read for the next few hours, until I soon fall asleep.

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-Dream-

It was cold. It was dark. It was familiar. 

I was in a room with a recognizable drip sounding every 5 seconds. I try to stand up but I can't. I'm stuck to the bed. Not chained nor tied. I just can't move off of it.