Niall sits on his bed, idle. Staring at paticularly nothing. The memory of Sarah's brown hair and chocolate brown eyes wouldn't escape his mind. He wasnt the type of person who thought alot because whenever he did, the memories would return, panic attacks becoming frequent, nightmares that haunted his life all came crashing down on him. He'd usually have things to do that occupied his free time. Like reading or watching some movie but tonight he couldn't think of doing anything. Now that his thoughts had started flowing, he couldn't help take back his memories now. He fisted the sheets and closed his eyes for a breif moment, the flashback of a painful memory suddenly attacking him.
*flashback*
Terror seized me. My trembling hands were closed firmly to avoid the shaking. I stood there, tightly clutching my Power Ranger. For a seven year old to be experiencing something like this I should've screamed but I stayed put in my place trying to control my emotions. My eyes began to fill with tears as I watched the two figures fighting with each other. One was screaming at the top of there lungs, a glass bottle grasped in the left hand. The other figure was shaking in fear, the beautiful brown eyes pleaded and begged for mercy. My mother started to back away.
My fathers eyes turned a fiery red colour as he neared her, clearly drunk. I quickly ran out of my hidding place and hugged my mother from the side, closing my eyes and shaking my head as if doing that would make everything dissappear.
"Niall, go to your room" my father said in a stern voice but I didn't budge from my place. He grabbed my shoulder in attempt to make me leave. I started throwing punches on his stomach hoping it would hurt him. But he just laughed at my face. It was then when Defence Class came in handy but only for a while I kicked him between his legs and he groaned in pain. Yet, he was stronger than me. He shoved me aside. His threatening glare was now focused on me.
"Dont hurt him Jake" my mothers trembling voice came out. His face turned toward her, hand extended out and landed on her face, the slap causing a loud and painful sound as she slowly bought her hand over her cheek. Immediately I threw my Power Ranger towards their direction, placing my hands on my ears. I sunk down the wall crying. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to hold myself together.
*end of flashback*
Nialls breath came in short gasps. He grabs the sheets of his bed tightly as sweat dribbles from his forehead. His eyes were red from all the crying. 5 years. It had been 5 years since he had cried. 5 years since he had thought about his parents. 5 years since he had thought about anything. His mother went then. Took her own life because she couldnt bear the torture of the world. Niall blamed himself. If only he was strong enough. If only he had tried to defend his mother. She would still be there. Niall wouldnt be this rotten, self-centered person he was. He sobs loudly. Tears rolling down his cheeks and onto the bed. He wanted these feelings to go. Drying his eyes, he grabs his car keys and drives out to the nearest club. Maybe this'll help, he thinks.
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a/n: um.. okay I enjoyed writing this chapter but like I hope you guys enjoy reading it as well altho its not so good.
I degrade myself alot sorry lol :p
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Broken // Niall Horan
FanfictionHe couldnt be less concerned about anything else. If he didnt deserve happiness neither did anyone else. But it was then when she came into his life that his opinion of the world changed.
