Dreaming- A Niam Fanfiction

Sick joke.

Sorry for taking so long.

I've not been feeling really inspired these days, and I'm tired all the time.

I feel like shit.

But here's a chapter for you guys, because I love you.

Maybe I'm sounding desperate but I don't care:

Please comment guys, inspire me with your love and happiness c:

Who does even read this?

Comment your favorite song if you read this okay?

Thank you!! c;

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Niall

I stretch out my arms in front of me, my eyes wide open, staring into the dark.

My fingers trail down the cold wall, while I walk, step by step.

With every step, my heart starts to beat louder.

The ground is cold, and I curl my toes every time my feet touch the ground.

The only sound I can hear is my own breaths and the shuffeling of my cold feet over the floor.

Nothing else.

It's all silence.

But the silence is so loud, it's deafening me.

My ears hurt from the silence.

I can't take this.

Why am I doing this?

My heart is beating rapidly in my chest.

Nothing is going to happen right?

Totally nothing.

I'm all alone.

Nobody's following me.

I can feel the fabric of my shirt touching my bare chest, loosely hanging around my torso.

The soft wind blowing against my skin.

With every small blow, my shirt flutters a little.

Why is there wind in the house?

Suddenly I stop dead in my tracks, and my breath catches in my throat.

Goosebumps are appearing all over my skin, while the soft wind keeps stroking it.

I feel something.

I feel something deep inside me.

Something is here.

I want to turn around, look behind me, but I can't move.

I turned into a statue, only being able to look straight in front of me.

But I can only see the darkness.

My eyes get lost into the blackness, and I gulp.

I bite down on my lip, and stare into space.

I can feel something clenching my stomach.

It feels like there's a rock on the bottom of my stomach, making me heavy.

My legs tremble, they can't carry the weight of the rock.

My cold and shaky fingers are still touching the wall, and I bite my lip harder.

Something comes closer to me.

The walls.

The walls are coming closer.