I Don't Mind If You Kill Me Niam
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Cold. Dark. Emptiness. That's all Niall can feel in the unfamiliar room he is in. He shivered from the coldness, not having a jacket with him. All he remembered is he's just a normal teenager who gets bullied everyday at school. Nobody would ever love him. So, how and why did those people kidnap me? He's got nothing to do with anything. He hopes.
The door opens, in comes Liam, son of a famous gang, The Payne Gang.
"Ready to die kid?"
But really, he just looks a year older than Niall.
Niall smiled, confusing Liam, making him frown.
"I don't mind if you kill me."
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