I pushed him away. And I need him
more than ever. I love him. It hurts me
how he's marrying another woman
when that woman should be me. It's
been a few minutes since he left and
I'm still in the spot I was in when he
was here. I sigh and head to sleep with
my bat handy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up the next day rested but not
well. I felt sick and I feel my legs
running before my mid could think.
Next thing I know is that my head is in
a toilet puking. I stand up and head
over to the sink and brush my teeth
and call the office telling them I'm not
coming in. The memories from last
night come to mind and I feel my lips.
He kissed me.
And I wish he was here cuddling with
me.
I miss him. I need him.
But since he's not here, my razors are.
Back to square 1.
Niall's POV
After last night, I went to the bar and
got wasted. I had to call Olivia to come
get me and she was fuming. The next
morning I started throwing up and I
had a massive headache. I took some
Advil and hoped that it would work. I
looked over to see Liv and I saw a
mistake. A huge mistake. I looked over
on her left hand and saw the ring I have
her. I shook my head and took a
shower. I had to see Julie. After
showering, I went to her office and they
said she called in sick. I rushed to her
apartment thinking that she was going
to hurt herself. "C'mon Julie pick up!" I
yell at the phone. "Shit!" I curse when
she doesn't answer. I arrive at her
apartment and run up to the 5th floor. I
reach her door and start pounding on
it. "Julianne it's me Niall. Please open
up." Nothing. I kick the door leaving a
hole and I unlock the door and I see
her body on the floor. "Julie?" I say
approaching her body. "Julie! C'mon
baby, please wake up!" I yell. I pull my
phone out and call 911. I then see the
razor clutched in her hand and I start
to cry. "No please no. Don't take her
from me please." I pray. I take my shirt
off and apply pressure to the deep
wound. "Fuck. C'mon Julianne stay
with me!" I say. The police arrive and
her body is now on a stretcher taking
her to the hospital. I sit on the floor
as I see her being carried to the
ambiance truck. I head to her room and
search through her closet. Luckily, I
find my old t-shirt, slip it on and run
down stairs and into my car and follow
the ambulance.
She's not going to leave me.
I swear to it.
