Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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Repeatedly, he sliced over the same trail on my abdomen. All the while he ripped my soiled clothes off my body. Soon they were tossed into a huge, muddy puddle by my face. Why? Why did I have to go to this club? Why me? I thought about anything to keep the pain off my mind. This is what happens when you rebel, nothing good comes out of it.

"Please," I whispered, the rain flooding into my mouth.

The stranger didn't listen, but continued to unbutton his pants. I kicked, scratched, clawed. But it was all utterly useless as he continued his assault. Right when I was ready to give up, the strangers weight was suddenly knocked off of my body. Before I had time to recover, a gunshot sounded through the downpour, shaking me to my core. Footsteps splashed away in the numerous puddles, and I finally managed to look up. All I saw was blonde hair running into the night.

Quickly I stumbled off the ground and turned towards my attackers now dead body. Blood ran pink spirals in the water and my stomach rolled. My eyes found the direction my savior took off in, and I sighed in relief. Tears ran down my face and added a salty kick to the clear rain that poured down my face. Even though what just happened here was anything but clear.

"Thank you," I whispered, tears, blood, and mud permanently staining my cheeks. I clutched at my bleeding abdomen, and shivered at the cold rain hitting my bare body.

With that, I took off away from the brutal scene. Away from what possibly could've been my last minute to live, and what I wished was my last minutes to live, because after that I didn't want to live anymore.

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My lungs expanded widely as I breathed in a sharp breath. I shot straight up from my laying position and frantically looked around my room, gasping and sputtering loudly. It wasn't raining, nor was there a dead body anywhere near me. I rubbed away the stray tears on my cheeks, reminding me again of what happened that night. I was so stupid. So irrevocably stupid.

My fingers traced lightly over the scars on my stomach. They were just brutal reminders of how cruel people could be, and how stupid you can be. Shaking my head, I threw the covers off me and onto the cold, hard floor. Before I even knew it, I was mindlessly wandering to the kitchen. I didn't know what time it was, probably sometime very early in the morning. But the great hall clock echoed hauntingly through the house that was way too big for the four of us. Excuse me, I meant three.