Hiding In The Shadows Of Pain Boyxboy Ziall(One Direction Fan Fiction AU)

Chapter 2

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Sorry it toke so long! But here chapter 2!

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Chapter 2

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Bright rays of sun emerge from my window, illuminating the previously dark room. The harsh light awaken me to face another day trapped in the misery I call life. I groan in pain, as I summon all my will power and intend to sit up, but fail miserably as my vision becomes blurred and a massive headache pulses through my head. I curl up into a tiny ball wishing that the burning pain would just vanish into thin air, sort of like a magic trick that those sly street magicians do to con you out of every penny you own. 

Unraveled in my thoughts, loud banging emanates from my door, along with a few insults from father dearest. Knowing I couldn’t prolong it anymore I tore the covers from my body, exposing my shirtless physic covered with an array of bruises. The ones fresh from yesterdays “incident” were turning an unattractive shade of blue with a slight purple tint. But the slightly older ones were purple hue with a yellowing rim. No wonder no one wants to talk to me. Im just a pathetic and worthless boy - or so i’m told - who can’t even stand up for himself and to top it all of he has random attacks.

My mind is in constant riddles until I feel the all too familiar jolt of pain. The whispers come into play, rapidly upgrading to shout and suddenly rampant commands. It’s never happened this quickly before, it always takes at least a few minutes before it got to this stage of intensity. But there’s always a first for everything, no?

I tried to bear through it, only letting low groans to not cause any speculations. But the pain instantaneously intensified until the low groans of discomfort turned into frantic blood curdling screams of pain and despair.

I suddenly saw my doors burst open almost creating a hole in the wall, as my abusive father stepped in the room. His face easily gave away how much he wanted to hurt me, to cause me more pain than I was currently in. His chapped lips curled up into a malicious smirk as he slowly approached me. I felt some hands forcefully shake me around like a rag doll, but my brain was still momentarily paralyzed.

Then a sharp sting of pain attacks me but not from my head, it was coming from my ribs. Another sting of pain comes from my abdomen, then from my sides. I knew my father was taking my moment of utter weakness as a chance to get his violent needs out. As I said, I am no use to him apart from my part time job as personal punching bag.

By this time my dad’s lips were moving probably cursing and screaming at me to be quite so I wouldn’t invite any unwanted visitors asking about my well being (like there would be any) so he could continue his angst session on me. But I couldn’t string any words coming from is mouth into a coherent sentence. Shortly following, I feel a sharp pain start at the base of my head progressively making its slow and torturous way up, making sure it burns everything in its path. The pain gets a million times worse, when I feel a stabbing sensation cutting off my thought process and ability to breath. 

The mumble of words emerged again from my thoughts, and to add to my growing misery I could actually decipher some of the phrases. Most of them were random thoughts from the people surrounding me. Though, none of them struck me in anyway interesting, but it was quite amusing to be inside the heads of your tormentors.

By the time I could muster up my incoherent thoughts I was desperately gasping for air, as a tugging sensation registers from my spine. This usually means that the ‘attack’ was about to end, but as I said there’s a first for everything. 

This time I felt a flash of pain strike me so hard, it knocked all the breath out of my lungs. Tears were working their way down my face, as I’ve reached my pain tolerance. I couldn’t even feel my father brutally attack me anymore, as the pain slowly took over. The darkness was conquering my every thought until I finally managed to black out, but not completely. 

I could still hear things, just not out loud. Usually my mind reading powers fade after the attack, but this time I found myself tapping into the mind of the person closest to me.

“ Why does he have to look so much like his mother. Maura didn’t deserve what she got. This worthless freak of nature does. I can’t handle the pain any longer. The next time Niall wakes up he won’t be at this house anymore. Looks like I have to call in some favors at the loony bin. Maybe Taysha still works there?....”

Before I could finish reading his thoughts I completely fade in to dark oblivion.

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I tentatively flutter my eyelids open to be greeted by an unnaturally bright light casting down on my face. Ugh, why is it so bright? I try to get in to a more comfortable position before falling asleep, until I feel my wrist being restrained. I tug at them again just to make sure. What is going on? Was he being serious?

When I fully open my sore eyes, I study my new surroundings. I was placed on a lumpy bed with   disgusting green covers. And to my far left there was a closet with only green scrubs, and to my right was a small bedside table. The walls were painted a eerie white, and apart from that there was nothing else in the room but another bed. 

I let out a sound of protest as the nurses come bustling through the door. One was short pixie face girl around her thirties with caramel hair hanging loosely around her waist and was clad in those atrocious scrubs, and the other nurse was a tall burley man with sandy hair framing his scar riddled face. Both of them were wearing a sickly sweet smile that made my insides sick. 

They approached me with precaution and noted almost every step they took into a clip board. When they reached my bed side they spoke “ Welcome Niall! Here in North Englewood mental Hospital we're all family here. You’re in good hands here. Just relax!” 

But they couldn’t fool me, in reality they were thinking ‘ Poor boy.’