little things (l.t + l.h) ♕

three. strong // alannah

Running the tip of my index finger down the glass, a smudge followed it, blurring out a streak on the otherwise clear surface.

Bending my head to the left, the thick strands of brown hair fell in waves to one side, tickling my cheek where it did touch the flushed skin.

Holding my hand tight against the end of my sleeve, I didn't allow it to push itself up my arm -- and I sure as hell didn't let it expose skin.

I stared into my own crystal blue eyes, blinking at my reflection, slowly.

"When your not with me I'm weaker," I whispered, the raspy sound of my quiet voice barely audible.

"Is it so wrong, that you keep me strong?"

Though it was weak, I smiled, the corners of my mouth forcing themselves to turn up, doing so barely.

I stared at my brother, the only person that stayed with me, the only one who completely accepted me for who I am.

"Is it time to go?" I questioned, my voice echoing softly in my small room.

He shook his head, sticking his hands into the pockets, the edge of the fabric wrapping around his knuckles.

"You're so beautiful."

I almost sighed, but I held in the escape of breath, causing a sharp pain to escalate though my lungs.

The familiar feeling of relief -- escape -- shot up my arms. Locking my fingers together, I squeezed my nails into my palms, the indents growing deeper.

"Stop."

The position he in stood beside the wooden door frame -- which just happened to match the cherry bark colored floor boards -- didn't change.

"Stop lying to me."

Through clenched teeth, the words spat themselves from my lips.

"I'm not lying to you, Alannah."

The furious sound of his voice -- pins and needles stabbing through it -- sent shivers through my body, causing the salty water I was so familiar with to gather within my eyes, gravity pulling the fluids down in the form of tears, forcing them to drip down my cheeks.

"Al, I'm sorry."

His mood had shot from angry to sad, in less than a minute.

Niall leaned forward to hug me, but I moved away from him, avoiding his outstretched arms.

"Don't, please. Just...don't." I walked through the now open doorway, looking back at Niall one last time.

I lifted my sleeves down over my scars that tried to peak over the edges, gripping the soft fabric in between my sweaty fingers.

"Alannah?"

I whipped around, my socks slipping on the shiny floors, a sinking feeling bringing itself to the pit of my stomach, my hold on my sleeves automatically locked tight, my fingers unable to be opened.

My heart beat slowed, the pulsing beat coming to a slower tempo.

"Oh." I sighed quietly, "Hi Louis."

He quirked an eyebrow at me, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What's wrong, love?" He questioned, stepping forward slightly.

His voice -- thick with British accent, unlike my own, sent a flutter dancing through my heart.

I shook my head at him, barely smiling.

"It's nothing, Lou. Promise."

I was lying. I was a liar.

Doing so in one fluid motion, I tucked a piece of my ombré hair behind my ear, the soft texture stroking my ear.

Raising an eyebrow, he rolled his eyes, his thin lips pursuing the path of a closed mouth smile.

I side stepped Louis, my shoulder barely brushing against his showing skin.

Scooting my feet over the floor, sliding easily, I slowly made my way to the large family room that resided at the front of the house -- where light shined in from all directions, seeping through the large windows.

Doing so in one fluid motion, I tucked a piece of my ombré hair behind my ear, the soft texture stroking my ear.

Raising an eyebrow, he rolled his eyes, his thin lips pursuing the path of a closed mouth smile.

I side stepped Louis, my shoulder barely brushing against his showing skin.

Scooting my feet over the floor, sliding easily, I slowly made my way to the large family room that resided at the front of the house -- where light shone in from all directions, seeping through the large windows.

Covering my chest with crossed arms, I allowed the warmth of the light to seep into the fabric of my grey shirt, filling my body with warmth.

Thoughts swarmed around my head, and my body clenched, for the pain was just too much that I knew I couldn't bare it anymore.

As much as I hated it all, I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

Death crossed my mind far too often.

I felt as if I was standing in the middle of a train track, about to get sucked under and crushed by the huge object, barreling at me with full speed, and I knew I could find little excuse to step out of the way.

Why continue to live with constant pain?

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