The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

Running in circles.

I know my chapter are short I'm sorry for that.

Thank you c:

Thank you for just being you.
You make me happy.

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A few days have passed already, and I feel horrible.

I'm quite positive nobody's going to save me.

If there are people searching for me, where are they now then?

They are supposed to be here.

And it seems like nobody's here yet, because the room is still empty, except for me, sitting here against the wall.

"I feel like shit and I hope everybody feels like shit too because I hate everybody." I say to myself.

Ofcourse I don't really hate everybody.

I can't.

I think it's impossible to hate everybody, because I don't know everybody.

I need to know you before I can hate you.

It's not like I meet someone and then go like:

"Hi I'm Susan, who are you?"

"I hate you."

I first need to know you.

What am I even thinking about?

I'm thinking so much these days I can't even figure out which thougts are important anymore.

My thoughts are one big mess.

"I like your messy hair because it looks like my life."

My voice's echo bounces back to me, making me feel comfortable.

I know I said I didn't like the echo before, but I've gotten used to it.

Talking makes me feel like there's actually somebody else in the room.

But I'm just talking to myself.

I laugh bitterly, and try to pick up some dust from the floor.

I know I cleaned a few days, or weeks, or maybe even a month ago, but the dust seems to come back out of nowhere.

I haven't cleaned the room after that.

I've got some weird metaphor that the ground is softer when there's dust on it.

I don't know.

"I miss the sun, do you miss it too?"

"Yea, I really miss the warmth, you know?"

"I know right. Maybe it's stupid but I also miss the rain."

"That's just weird, Liam. Why would you miss the rain?"

"I don't know, I used to hate it. Now it's almost everything I want."

"You're stupid."

"Shut up."

I walk around the room in circles, trying to avoid the corners.

I don't like the corners.

They're darker than the other parts of the room, and I feel like they're staring at me.

I sometimes hear weird noises at night, and then I assume they come from the corners.

Maybe there are monsters in there.

Or people.

Or maybe people are monsters.

I bet they're dangerous.

I start running, spinning in little circles.

I need to reach the other side.

But the problem is, there is no other side when you're running in circles.

I run faster and faster, getting more exhausted with every step I take.

Maybe if I run fast enough, I can make it out of here.

I don't even know what the world smells like anymore.

I need to smell it.

The grass, the flowers, the trees, the air, the houses, the streets.

Everything!

I stop running, and look around.

I'm standing in the middle of a field.

A green field with lots of cute yellow flowers.

I can see the blue air, and the white clouds.

I can see the trees and the houses in the distance.

Did I run fast enough this time?

Have I made it outside?

Realisation hits me.

I'm outside.

Tears start welling up in my eyes, as I look around.

I'm free.

I'm free.

"I'M FREE!!!" I yell.

I start to scream and run around.

But the thing is, I stay on the exact same place.

Wherever I run.

I move but I can't move.

I wave my hands around but I don't have arms.

How can I move my hands without having arms?

I look over to the ground.

I can't see my feet.

Where am I?

I can see the grass, the flowers, the trees and the houses.

I just can't see myself.

Then everything starts to spin.

The sky turns grey, like a storm is coming.

The trees turn grey, and the houses too.

The flowers fall apart, turning into dust and floating everywhere around me.

The grass starts to dissapear, and I fall to the ground, trying to hold on to it.

But how can I hold on to it without hands?

"Nonononono..."

I try to do something, but I can't do anything, because I'm not even there.

I'm somewhere else.

I'm alone.

I gasp, and start to run.

Trying to get to the other side.

The side with the grass and the flowers.

The side with the trees and the houses.

But there's one problem.

There is no other side, when you're...

...running in circles.




I hit my head against the wall, and I groan.

Then I fall to the ground, trying to grasp the air tight, but failing.

I land on the floor with a loud thud, and I close my eyes.

I can see the field in front of me, but there's something wrong.

The houses aren't there.

The trees aren't there.

The sky and the clouds aren't there.

Even the flowers are gone.

There's only a grey field of grass left.

I open my eyes again, and look around.

Ofcourse I'm in this room.

Where else could I be?

I can't escape.

Not even by running to the other side.

I get angry.

This isn't fair.

Why does this have to happen to me?

I did nothing wrong.

"Niall..." I whisper.

His name feels delicious on my tonque.

Like a candy.

I haven't said his name in a long time.

I was scared that I would break down and cry.

"Niall..." I whisper again.

The taste comes back, and mixes with the salty tears rolling down my cheeks and lips.

"Niall...I'm sorry... I love you so much, and I can't explain it. I-I just know th-that I'm not..."

I sniffle, and then continue.

"...that I'm not s-sup-supposed to be i-in love with you... Bu-but angel I ca-... I c-can't help it..."

I start crying louder, and keep talking, not even hearing what I'm saying anymore.

But it doesn't matter.

Because Niall won't even hear me.

He won't be here by my side listening to what I'm saying.

And he won't hug me, kissing the tears of my lips and making my face warm by his cupping hands and his hot breath.

He won't.

It doesn't matter how much I love him because I won't see him ever again.

Never touch him again.

His warm skin.

His soft cheeks.

His blonde hair.

No.

Never again.