"How to save a life?"

CHAPTER 1: Hey you, I'm destroy.

CHAPTER 1:

«Love, we don’t feel it, we live it. »

I don’t agree. Love, I felt it, and I was far from living it. Love, this asshole, it destroyed me and I refuse that it goes into my life again. "-Niall Horan

I put my case on my desk. Another case to close, another customer to end. Another life to save. My telephone, in the corner of the office, rang. I made it pass to my secretary. I do not have either than that to make, my next patient will arrive in a few seconds.

Audrey, the secretary, tapped in my door and entered, the look of annoyance.         

«-It’s the police commissioner. He wants to speak with you... I told him that you’re waiting for a patient, but he insists.

-I am going to answer him, it’s okay. "

I carried the trick on my ear. The big voice of the police commissioner, grave and broken, certainly because of the cigarette, hastened my ears. I would never become used to it. I sighed, and listened to him.

«-Hello Danae! Excuse me for disturbing you. I have a case for you. I know that you want no more cases like that, because the last one committed suicide, but he, I do not know, he has a thing in more. Please, examine his case, you are the only psychiatrist of the city who will know how to make him speak.

-I don’t accept, but I don’t refuse too. I examine the case, the character. I promise nothing. Okay?

-Thank you... "

Danaé Sanchez, 22 years old, I am a psychiatrist. In spite of my youth, I know my job.

I passed by the commissionership, got back the case of the patient in question, and distributes to the cabinet, where my patient waited for me. In brief, the examination will be for later.

My day is finally finished. Once gone back home, I slammed the door. I live in a small apartment of the center of London, alone. I am a single woman, heart to be taken! I have no friends; I think that I have only my best friend, Caroline. She has never dropped me.

I decided to continue into this vocation because I had problems myself, I wanted to help people. Save lives. I want that people stand out hopeful of my cabinet by saying to himself that soon their lives will be better. And I want that they thank me.

The only problem, it’s because I have never known how ended a history. I help to solve the knot but the continuation, I never know it. It is the side depriving of my job. Did the knot re-form? In the point to become intolerable there? Did the knot leave for ever, leaving only scars, old but for ever present?

Hardly my removed coat which the telephone sounded. I hurried to go to answer, hearing again the voice, grave and surly, of police commissioner.

«-Then, Danae?

-I have hardly just returned back home, I did not even open the file. I call you as soon as I would know the answer.

-Thank you again. "

I hung up, slightly irritated by his insistence. If it holds him so much, to this guy, he has only to manage it alone.

I removed the high heels on which I was perched all day and lowered the braquette of my skirt pencil, making me the possibility of breathing. I heavily dropped on my leather armchair and seized me of the case.

Roughly, written in the black felt-tip, of a tilted and well-kept writing, spread out the name of (future?) patient.

NIALL JAMES HORAN.

I challenge the knot which allowed me to reach the past of this young man.

A tortured young man, destroyed and eaten away by remorse.

A fucking big case.

OK, I meet the challenge.

««It is necessary to see it to believe in it. » I have never seen a guy called Love, so I don't believe in it. "-Niall Horan.

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Hi everyone! I'm back! For the moment it isn't trully interesting, but I think the story deserve to wait. I really put everithing of me in! It's the first story I wrote in english so I'm really stress but if I made some mistakes, can you tell me please!

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ENJOY, Chloé.