There's a legend about A man and a moon. They call it Man Of The Moon. People always told me that the legend is true but I never believed any of that garbage. But that's in till one night changed my life. I met Him.. He Would always watch me, but when when I turned around he would be gone. I tried to chase him once it didn't work out like I wanted to, he got away. But sometimes when he would stand at night I would watch him. He always stared at Moon for some reason. Every night with a Umbrella. It kind of freaked me out a bit. But I never dared to ask him. One day I finally had the courage to go up to him when he was staring at the moon. I walked turds him and he snapped his head to me. I jumped but he's eyes never left mine. The Question that never leaves my mind suddenly rushed out of my mouth "Are you the Man Of The Moon?" Before I could take back what I said a Deep husky evil chuckle came out of his mouth. Then he spoke "Didn't you know Curiosity Killed The Cat?"

Cuts raced up and down his arms, over more scars caused by a razor. As he lied on his bathroom floor, the blood dripping off his arm, painting a picture on the floor. He got to his feet; slowly and trying not to make a noise. He had relapsed, and hard this time. It was over five months ago when he stopped cutting; but today he just felt to low. The voices inside his head got to loud, and he needed them quiet. He washed off his arms, them cleaned up all the blood and wrapped his arm up. He walked out of the bathroom, head hung and shoulder dropped as he pulled down his long sleeve jacket and return to the boys. He had to be brave, but he also needed someone to save him. He was falling to pieces, and needed someone to super glue him back together and protect him. He was Niall Horan, and he needed a super hero. [Completed; 1-19-2014 ] © wxnderlessdreams 2014

sometimes you don't have to tell the truth, sometimes things are better the way they are. #82 short story #132 random cover : misbehaved