Forgotten ➣ Niam Horayne

➢ Chapter Four

AN:  It's been another week so you know what that means . . . an UPDATE! ;D  Now in case you don’t remember quick recap.  Niall flipped out and ran into a bathroom only to find that it is his 16 year old self in the mirror and that he is in Liam's old town from 2010.  Then he tries to call home only to hang up because the person on the other side of the phone was him.  

Freaky stuff I know, but we are going to get some answer soon, don't worry!  Also think I will be doing a Character Ask if anyone is interested very soon so if you are please put #CharacterAsk in the comments for me.  Thanks!  xx

(Gif on the side: The ball shows the world in relation to Niall at the moment :P)

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Niall’s POV

How the hell was I on the other line, when I myself am right here!?

I don’t f*cking get it!?

I am right freaking here!

And I don’t know who I am?!

 

Instead of being freaked out like I have this whole time I start to feel something else brew inside of me.  My pulse is beginning to race heavily, and my breathing is quickening.  Clenching my fists tightly, I stop the blood from reaching my hands at all.  I start walking anywhere to get this feeling to go away but it keeps growing inside of me and I hate it. 

I walk past a park where I can see a bunch of kids playing peacefully on the playground.  There little feet pounding on the soft gravel as they squeal without a care in the world.  All I can think about is how they are really 4 years older in my time.  How they aren’t even supposed to be here right now.  How I’m not even supposed to be here!

This is all so bloody unfair!

The feeling I was getting before made my face screw up into a tense stare at the ground as I continue to walk.  I never liked this feeling, and I have only ever felt it a select few times in my life.  Usually, I was always too happy to ever have a reason to feel like this.  The boys never understood how I was able to always be in such a good mood even when things were hard, but I just was.  It’s in my nature to be, I guess. 

Sure, I’ve had my good share of bad days and would get upset, but nothing like this.  This, I decided was something I never wanted to feel again.  This was greater and held a heavier presence inside me.  It was something that boiled through my bones and into my nerves sending thoughts and signals to my brain, only jumbling up my scenes.  It made the world hazy and red as blood pulsed inside of me. 

This feeling was rage.

Raw undesirable human rage.

A feeling that takes you whether you like it or not and turns you into something hideous and terrible.