Truly, Madly, Deeply

Chapter 7: Kristiana, The Murderer

Niall didn't move. He stood there, his face emotionless. The boys just stood there with Niall, not knowing what to do.

"I'm not leaving," Niall said, his voice plain.

"Oh, but you have to, all visitors need to leave now, I need to talk to her privately." the doctor said, her voice sounding vaguely familiar...I swore I saw her blue eyes before. Maybe she was a friend of mine before I moved to the UK.

Niall sighed and trudged out the door, dragging his feet, and the boys followed.

"What do you need to talk to me about...?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing really, just that...you're going to die soon..." her voice trailed off.

"W-What?! I'm going to die?!" I asked, my voice panicky.

"I'm afraid so, Lyann, because of all of the blood you're going to lose," she replied.

"Oh..okay...what...GOING to lose? What do you mean?" I shot yet another question, this time out of confusion.

Then the doctor took off her antibacterial mask and I immediately recognized her face. She was holding a razor in her right hand and a fake doctor's ID in her left.

"Kristiana?! Wha...what are you...doing....?" I asked in fear.

"Ending your life for good, and I'm making sure you don't survive this time!" she cackled, and I feared for my life.

"Please don't come near me with that thing...I once cut myself with that razor and I don't wanna be cut again!" my voice cracked as I jumped off of my hospital bed and backed away towards the wall.

"All those times you had them side with you..all of those times you got your way..are about to be over!!" she sneered, finally cornering me.

I looked around, like a lost puppy dog, trying to find a way to escape, but there was no way out. I closed my eyes and slowly slid down to the floor, my back against the corner of the room. I didn't know what do do or how to get away, so I just screamed instead.

"HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!" I screamed, tears starting to rapidly fall from my eyes.

Niall's P.O.V.

I stared at the ground, walking to the elevator, with my hands in my pockets. The boys were silent, and were following me to the elevator.

"Well, at least she didn't reject you...but she did kick you out of her hospital room..."

"Please don't talk about that right now Liam." I sighed, finishing his sentence.

Then I heard something.

"Wait. Guys. Be quiet for a second..." I said, stopping in my tracks.

"HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"Did you guys hear that? It came from Lyann's room!" I panicked, turning around, starting to run towards her room.

"Come on!! I think she's in trouble!!" I said, motioning for them to follow.

"You don't say?" Louis replied, running with me.

We stopped at the door to Lyann's hospital room and I barged in through the door. Funny thing, it was unlocked.

Then I saw Lyann, curled up into a ball in the corner of the room. The doctor was holding a razor blade in one hand and a fake doctor's ID in the other. The doctor had blond hair.

Kristiana.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I screamed, enraged.

"Oh, Niall, darling, how are you?" she replied, a fake smile plastered across her face. She dropped the razor blade and it fell on the floor, almost accidentally cutting Lyann's arm.

"Don't call me that. Now I believe I asked a question that I want answered RIGHT AWAY?" I snarled.

"Oh, well, if you want the truthful answer, I was trying to kill your 'love,' Lyann. I know you don't actually love her, and that no one else does either, so I decided that she needed to go. Forever." she replied, snickering under her breath.

"Don't you understand?! I do love her! I do! Stop saying I don't! I love her more than I love food!" I screamed at her.

"Woah, he does love her. You know he loves someone when he says he loves them more than he loves food," Louis said, making a side comment to my response.

Lyann looked up. Her eyes were telling me that she finally did believe me, but she put her head back down, so that she was curled up in a ball again.

"...and if you think it's okay to kill someone, then your not. I can call the cops right now, and they can arrest you." I sneered at her.

"Oh, fine, I won't kill her. But if you DO really mean calling the cops.." she forcefully grabbed Lyann by the arm, grabbed both her arms so she wouldn't escape, and held the razor blade to her wrist. "I'll make another cut on her wrist...BUT she'll survive, but that will mean more pain and suffering. I know it 'hurts' you to see her being tortured, and the only way I'll stop is if you'll date me. BUT that's only if you call the cops. Do we have a deal?" she smirked, holding out her hand, waiting for me to shake.

"Just call the cops, Niall, I'll be fine." Lyann managed to choke out.

"No. I can't see you suffer." I sighed.

I shook Kristiana's hand.

"You have a deal."