Forgotten (Niall Horan fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Samantha's p.o.v

After I finished crying, which was about 15 minutes later, I couldn't think of anything else to do but one thing. I go straight to the bathroom to find a razor at the edge of the sink, waiting for me.

I grab it and sit on the cold bathroom tiles, staring at it.

Should I? Or should I not? I think to myself. Do I really want to do this? Is it really worth it? I have so much to live for, do I want to end my life now? All these questions are running through my mind. But it's to late, I made up my mind. I bring the razor closer to my wrist.

"This is for you mom" I say as I slide the cold piece of metal across my wrist. I could see the warm blood oozing out of my arm, but I try to ignore it.

"This is for you dad" I say as I slide the razor across once again.

I single tear fell down my cheek.

"And this....this is for you niall" I say as I slide it across one more time. The pain....I couldn't handle the pain...

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10 minutes later

Niall's p.o.v

We finally arrive to my old flat. I miss this place so much, I couldn't help but look over to Samantha's house. I am a horrible friend.

"No shit Sherlock" my mother says to me. Did I really say that out loud?

"Yes, yes you did. Now go apologise to her. I'll take your suitcase inside." My mom tells me.

I sigh "but mom, what if she won't forgive me, what she doesn't even rememb-" I say as she cuts me off.

"You'll never know until you Try" she says as she jumps out of the car.

"Here I go" I whisper to myself.

I get out of the car and walk up to Sammy's house. As I was about to knock on the door, I realise that the door was open.

"That weird" I whisper. She never leaves the door unlocked. I decide to go inside. She's not in the lounge room...or the kitchen. I go upstairs and start to call her name out

"Samanthaaaaaaa" I say. No answer. I decide to try again a little bit louder.

"SAMANTHAAAA" I yell. Again no answer. I go to check her bedroom if she is in there, but then I stop. I hear quiet weeping coming through her bathroom. I try to open the door but it's locked.

"Samantha! Are you in there?" I say trying to open the door, even if I know it won't open.

I here the weeps getting louder.

"Samantha open the door! It's me niall!" I yell.

"N-niall?" I hear her quietly say.

"Samantha open up! If you don't I will, please I'm just trying to help!!!" I yell.

I hear nothing....

"Samantha? Hellooooooo! Open the door, please!"

Again, nothing...

"That's it, this doors going down" I say to myself.

I back away from the door, 1....2....3!

I burst open the door to see Samantha laying on the cold bathroom tiles, with her arm covered in blood.

I quickly rush over to her.

"Samantha!!!" I scream.

I carry her bridal style down the stairs and rush over to my mothers house.

"Mom! Get in the car! I need you to drive me to the hospital!!!" I scream. I look down over to Samantha. She is as pale as a ghost...

"Niall, why are you in a hurry? And why do you need to go to the- SAMANTHA!" My mom yells. She quickly runs over to the car, with me following her. I decide to sit in the back of the car.

My mom steps on the pedal and drives off.

I hope she will me okay, I think to myself.