The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

Enough ways to kill.

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I groan and run my hand over my face.

My wounds still sting a little, but the worst pain is over.

That's good.

But there are some things that aren't that good.

Some things that are getting worse by day.

I've been getting thinner and thinner.

When you lift my shirt up, you can see a white, almost see-through stomach.

My arms are thin too.

All my muscles have vanished, just like my bodyfat.

I'm looking like a walking skeleton.

Most of the times not even walking.

I sit up, groaning a little, and rub my eyes.

I then look around the room again, just like I do every morning.

Always hoping something has changed overnight.

But no, everything is still the same.

The sink still dusty and old.

The chair and the broom still in the corner.

My phone on the ground.

The battery has been empty for a very long time now already.

On my weak arms and sore knees, I crawl over to the plate of food next to the door, like I always do.

I consume it all, not leaving anything behind, as usually.

Then I drink some water from the tap and take a pee.

Just as always.

Everything just the same as every day.

I sit down on the dusty stone ground.

I close my eyes, and just let my mind wander.

Maybe I should just kill myself.

I'll never get out of here.

What is the point of living if you'll be in the same room your entire life and do nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

But what ways are there to kill myself over here?

I could starve myself to death.

I could drown myself in the sink.

I could maybe kill myself with something sharp.

Like, some part of the chair maybe.

Or I could just stop breathing.

There are actually a lot if ways to kill yourself over here.

Well, not really a lot.

But enough.

Enough ways to kill.

I trace my fingers over my legs, softly, but hard enough to feel it.

I just want to feel a human body.

I just want to get out of here.

I need something to drink again.

I stand up, and move myself over to the sink, as I hear something.

I immediately stop, my heart beating in my chest.

What was that?

I wait longer, my heart the only thing to be heard.

But no, the noise does not come back.

I shuffle over to the sink, and lay my hand down on it.

"BOOM!"

The sound hits my ear like a bomb.

I turn around as fast as I can, my heart now beating everywhere in my body.

My hands start sweating, and I'm shaking like a leaf.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

It sounds like somebody walking up some stairs.

I try not to move, and stand as still as I can, staring at the door.

With every "Boom", the door vibrates a little.

Not only the door, me too.

I quiver with every noise that's made.

Then the 'booming' stops.

The silence stings me, bites at me.

My heart beats so fast that it almost sounds like just one long beat.

Something bangs against the door, and I bite my tonque as hard as I can.

Even my teeth are ratteling.

"BANG!!!"

Another one smashes against the door, and I cowardly press myself up against the wall, sliding down with my back so I'm sitting on the ground.

My heart is beating rapidly in my ears, and I wrap my hands tightly around myself.

I hear a groan outside my door, and I close my eyes tightly.

I can hear a lot of noises.

I can't form a logical situation in my head.

I hear slamming of the door.

Someone groaning.

A loud smash.

The sound of something being thrown on the ground.

Everything rings loudly in my ears, and mashes togeter in my head.

I'm shaking so bad, that the only sound I can make out from the others is the ratteling of my teeth.

And my heart.

I think my heart will jump out of my chest any moment.

I can feel the fear rushing through my body, blocking everything else out.

I can hear the same slamming noise again, someone locking the door, and walking down the stairs.

My heart slowly goes back to it's normal rhythm again.

The only noise to be heard is my shallow breathing.

I keep my eyes closed, only listening to my own breathing pattern.

I slowly remove my tight grasp from my legs, and open my eyes.

I'm still shaking, and everything is blurry because of the tears.

Then I start to cry.

The tears are rushing down my cold and dirty face, probably forming little paths down my hollow cheeks.

I sniffle loudly, and try to wipe my tears away with my fingers.

I close my eyes, and then open them again, trying to get the tears away.

As my sight gets less blurry, I can see something laying by the door.

Something big.

Almost the same size as me I think.

I blink a few times, and try to look closer.

But my stupid tears make it impossible for me to see what it is.

I move myself a little, and crawl over to the thing by the door.

As I come closer, I suddenly realize what it is, and my heart stops.

My breating gets slower, and I do not move.

The question is not:

'What is laying there?'

It is:

'Who is laying there?'

It's a body.

A person.

I stretch my fingers out, and touch the person.

The body is curled up, so I can't see if it's a man or a woman, or how old he or she is.

I softly stroke the soft fabric of the persons shirt.

I can feel a rush go through my entire body.

I can feel tugging at my heart.

My breating gets louder and louder.

My brain turns into one big buzz, not knowing what to do anymore.

I've been waiting for this moment for so long.

Thousand of times I have thought about it.

Thinking of what I would do at this moment, what I would say.

But now I don't know what to do anymore.

I don't know what to say.

I don't even know if I can stil talk.

Everything is going so fast right now.

What should I do? What should I do?

Tears start to form in my eyes again, and I blink them away.

Don't cry right now Liam.

You have to care for this person.

You've been through the same.

You know what to do.

"I know what to do..."

I whisper softly, and crawl closer to the body.

Check if he or she is alright Liam.

I nod to myself, and lay my hands down on the warm body.

I can feel it going up and dow, breathing in and out.

I smile to myself.

Then I grip the person tightly, and turn it over, towards me.

I stop.

I take my hands off him.

I slowly back away.

My heart beats rapidly in my chest.

My eyes brimm with tears.

This can't be true.

I can't take this anymore.

I know who this is.

I know him very well.

This is the person I've been wanting all the time.

This is the person I've been wishing for.

But right now, I just feel guilty for that.

He shouldn't be here.

No...

Niall shouldn't be here.