The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

Kill myself.

Hey guys, do you know what I'm doing right now?

I'm staying up late, writing this story in my bed being really tired.

You're lucky I love you.

By the way, I talked to wonderful girl with a wonderful Niam story today, she even let me make a caracter for her story!

And believe me, her story is amazing!

She's NiallsSnapbacks3 and you have to read her story 'The Luck Of The Irish'

I'm sorry I can't post a link :c

This chapter is dedicated to her c;

(I started a new story, please check it out?)

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I deeply breathe in and out, and try to concentrate on my old shoes.

I can't look forward.

My heart is beating out of my chest, and I can feel the sweat dripping from my body like little waterfalls.

I need to keep looking down.

I don't think I can even move.

He takes one more step, and I can see a big black boot coming into my sight.

It's a shiny black one, probably new, and probably also very heavy.

"Look up!" I hear a loud voice say.

I bite my tongue, and my hands start shaking.

I can feel something warm going down my legs, and I realize it's piss.

I'm pissing myself.

I crawl closer to the wall, and press myself against it, not daring to get closer to the man.

"Look up at me!"

His voice sounds really angry and old, but familiar at the same time.

Another foot comes into my sight, and I curl myself up into a little ball.

Sticking my head in between my knees, I can smell my own urine.

I don't care.

I'm too afraid to care.

Suddenly a hand grabs me by the neck of my shirt, and drags me up.

I close my eyes tightly.

His hand feels rough and hard, and I stand up stumbling a little.

With closed eyes, sticky jeans and wet eyes I stand there, shaking like a leaf.

Two hands push me against the wall, and tears start to pour out of my eyes.

"Let me go..." I whimper softly while sniffling.

"Open your eyes!" The voice screams in my face, his breath almost making me gag.

I can feel his spit landing on my face in little droplets, making my face scrunch up in disgust.

"NOW!"

I slowly open one of my eyes, and immediately regret it.

In front of me is the most horrible person ever.

The person who can't do anything right.

The person who'd always let me down.

The discusting person, ugly inside and out.

In front of me...

...is myself.

I stare into his eyes, which are actually my own, and he stares back at mine.

Then he grins widely at me, and opens his mouth.

"Oh Liam, Liam, Liam..."

His voice comes out mockingly, as he firmly pushes my shoulders against the wall, crushing them.

"Will you ever realize..."

He chuckles, and puts some more strength into pushing me.

I yelp out in pain, and he only laughs at me.

When I come back to my breath again, and have gathered all my courage, I look back into his eyes.

"W-what do y-you mean... Realize?"

My voice comes out shaky and little, only making his evil grin to grow wider and his eyes to get darker.

"That you need to die...before you can live..."

My breath catches in my throat, and my heart stops beating.

I can't do anything, except from looking at him.

I can only feel the shock washing through my body, taking over every part of me.

Then comes the panic.

Is he going to kill me?

Am I going to kill myself?!

"Yeah you are..." He growls, and then reaches behind his back and gets out a knife.

He sticks it in my direction, and I jump to the side, the knife just missing me by a hair.

Liam, or me, turns back to me again, and swings the knife forward again.

He cuts right into my arm, and I scream out in pain.

My heart throbs in my wound, and I can feel the pain stinging throuh me.

My heart is beating in my throat, and I can't think straight.

My head is starting to hurt.

I can see blood seeping from the deep wound, making me feel dizzy.

No, you're not going to give up! Do this for Niall!

Liam comes forward again, swinging his knife from side to side.

I take fast steps backwards, and end up against the wall.

I can see the blood on the wall.

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Liam comes closer to me, his knife pointing at my heart.

Just before he gets a chance to stab it into my chest, I let myself fall to the ground, and I crawl away in panic.

I can't go anywhere!

I'm starting to see a red cloud in my sight, making everything look weird.

Liam comes towards me again, and I scream, lifting my hands up in surrender.

"PLEASE LET ME LIVE!" I scream, and the tears start streaming down my cheeks again.

The hot tears sting into my cold face, only making me cry even louder.

Liam grins down at me, and I shiver.

Then he pushes me down with his rough hands, making my head bang against the hard floor.

He puts his foot on my stomach, knocking my breath out of my lungs and making me want to scream.

I don't do it.

I'm not weak.

I try to move, but I can't go anywhere.

I'm stuck.

I'm hopeless.

"You still don't understand don't you?" He laughs.

My whole body is shaking, and my sight gets blurry because of the tears.

Liam slowly leans down, until his knee is on my stomach and his face close to mine, noses almost touching.

"I'm not killing you..."

He reaches his knife high up in the air.

I try to struggle out of his grip, but he's holding me too tight.

"I'm letting you live..."

He whispers the last part, his spit splattering into my face with every word.

Then he smashes the knife down, making everything go in slow motion.

The panic rises in my chest as the knife keeps getting closer and closer to my heart.

I can smell my own sweat.

My own fear.

I'm going to die.

My hands are pressed down to the ground, and I curl them up into fists.

I close my eyes tightly.

And then I can feel it.

The knife slams into my chest, making my body heave up and then fall back down again.

Then the pain comes.

A sharp pain that goes from my chest through my entire body.

It stings in my skin, bites at my flesh.

I can feel my own warm blood splatter on my face and arms, and gushing from the wound in my chest.

The knife comes back again, and I scream as it hits my flesh.

My own scream turns into nothing.

My thoughts slowly dissapear.

Like somebody just pressed the stop button.

I can feel no warmth, no coldness.

No pain, no sickness.

I can only feel fear.

Then I can feel the last stab in my chest.

My last breath coming from my lungs.

My last feeling in my body.

My last heartbeat...


"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."