Toy Soldiers (Tell me a lie- sequel)

Chapter 23

Kitchen Sink - Twenty One Pilots

Niall's Point of View

-Continuing from where it left off-

Janice took me around numerous corners, bends and through countless rooms. We ended up going outside into the dark, misty night and into a stone building that resembled a hut.

Teeth chattering, Janice pushed me through the heavy wood door and onto the floor where I fell with a thud. I groaned, the weight of my body landing on the cut arm.

"Shut up." Janice ordered and shut the door. Through the bars in the hole in the door, his face peered over. His eyes scanned over me. "Have a nice night." He smirked as my body rattled in the draft coming from under the door. The door locked and off he went.

Goosebumps trailed up and down my arms from what I could see, because you know, they were behind me. From what I could see and feel, my arm was bleeding again.

I let out a long deserved sigh and prop myself back up. I lean against the wall and close my eyes. Why would I be put into here on my own? I wasn't a threat, was I?

The others kind of doubted me anyway. I think they are secretly against me. Lucas thought I was working for them meanwhile some of them weren't convinced Sam wasn't giving me the upper hand. I would rather be in the same room as them instead of this shitty place.

I lie down onto the ground and curl up into a ball. I shut my eyes tightly together, trying not to cry. All I want right now is Liam. I want him to come and get me from this hell hole.

I want him to come and save me like he has done before.

Oh god Liam, where are you?

Finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in a different country to me, I fall asleep.

It was late, it was early. All I knew was I felt sick. My stomach groaned and moaned and churned against the hollow feeling inside of it. Shooting up, my head felt light and I was disoriented. I felt something crawl up my dry throat. It burnt and tasted disgusting.

Against my will, I threw up the bile and blood next to me. Blood... That's never a good sign. Ever.

Maybe I'm finally dying.

I shifted away from it and to the other side of thing I like to call my cell. The after taste made me want to be sick all over again. But there was nothing left in me but blood and I'd rather not throw that up. A dizzy feeling washed over me and I instantly put my head between my knees.

What was happening?

Why was this happening?

I look out the barred window and see a small stream of daylight dance through it.

Sometime later, I'm not sure how much time for I have no concept of it with me, I hear voices and footsteps. They were heavy. I lean away for self defence as they stopped outside my door. I could see two heads bop up and down as the door was unlocked.

As the door opened, the light grew brighter and I squint away to save my vision.

"Ew it stinks." I hear someone say, obviously noticing the sick.

When I can finally see again, I look at the two men.

Holy....

IT'S AIDEN.

AND SOME RANDOM PERSON.

A small amount of hope glistens in my eyes at the sight of him. But something in his eyes tells me not to mention anything. I keep quiet.