Niall was depressed...
He was going crazy day by day, he came to his mansion feeling like his head will burst any minute.
This wasn't something he thought to happen. If he'd knew that it will end like this he wouldn't have approached Sarah ever. He wouldn't have ever talked to her. If, he knew, that this will end up with Sarah fighting for her life. With all these thoughts Niall came home. He knew that he, won't be able to sleep tonight. So, he went upstairs to his room and took insomnia pills for the second time which his mom had given him.
His room was quite big. From entering his room from the right side door, he had his bed in the center. Beside his bed, he had two side tables on either side. In one corner of his room he had his working place and on the other corner, a small library with some shelves containing his beloved books. His room was quite simple, which didn't contain many expensive things except for a photo frame of a woman on the wall just in front of is the bed. Beside that wall, he had his bathroom on the left side. That photo frame was quite expensive and valuable in Niall's life. Who's photo frame was it? Of his mother's or someone else's, no one knew cause no one ever entered his room.
His room was his privacy and he hated if anyone entered his room without his permission.
Niall sat on his bed and suddenly his wound started to ache and it made him remember last night when he took the pills for the first time.
Last night...
Niall came home and he wasn't able to sleep. He decided to take the pills but realized that there was no water in his room. He went downstairs and took the pills. But after some minutes passed of him consuming it, he started to feel dizzy. He got unstable and was about to fell on the floor. He took the support of the table kept in his kitchen but failed miserably and he fell to the ground.
During the process of taking support, something fell on the floor before him. It was, a knife and as soon as the knife fell he fell on it. He got stabbed too deep but he didn't tell anyone. He, himself did the dressing.
Present...
And this all incident, was played back in Niall's mind.
'Ahh!! Oh! I guess I should change its dressing.' He said and stood up to reach his drawer which was right in front of his bed below the photo frame.
He stood up and tried to reach the drawer but failed and fell on the ground while his nose hit the ground. He tried to reach his bed suddenly he stopped moving, maybe because he was sleeping.
Just then Emma came...
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As I saw him lying on the ground, I got worried. Was he alright?? Did he have an anxiety attack? Did he take a drug? What the hell happened here?
After I turned him around I saw him bleeding and this was the time when I freaked out. Why heart started to beat as fast as it could and my vision started to get blurry due to tears.
I took some water in my palms from the jug kept in the side table of his room and sprinkled it on his face. But still, he didn't wake up.
'Is he really on the drug?' I thought and poured the whole jug on his face. I held his head and kept it on my lap to make him feel comfortable.
'Ahh!!' He moaned lightly like there was no energy left in him.
'It...it hurts.' He whispered.
'What? What hurts Niall? Tell me I'll help you?' I asked moving my hand through his hair to make him feel comfortable.
'Sa...Sarah.' He said again whispering.
'Sarah?' I asked him.
'She is...like this be...because of me.' He said while a tear rolled down from his left eye.
I didn't know what happened which made Niall say such stuff, but I knew that this was not the correct time to inquire about it.
'No...Niall.' I said wiping his tear while mine was about to fall.
I knew what he was feeling. His delinquency, distress, and how defenseless he was feeling against his ill fate, I knew everything.
'It's m...my fault.' He said.
'It's no one's fault, Niall.' I assured him.
I hugged him and he cried out all his pain. All the pain Niall had
'Everything Will be alright Niall, don't worry.' I said caressing his hair. After all, he was my friend for a very long time.
After a while, when he cried I bandaged his wound and told him to rest. I didn't ask how he got wounded so badly or why was he feeling so guilty all of a sudden. Cause he already looked messed up. His eyes were red and dark circles had made his beautiful eyes dull.
After making him some food I left for my home in a hurry cause it was already 11 pm now.
As I came home, I was my father sitting on the sofa. I went in front of him and bowed down to greet and apologize to him.
'I'm sorry dad, I am a bit late today.' I said.
'Late!!' He yelled.
'You left your brother alone in the party. I told you to drive him home too, can't you do that much you spoiled brat!!' He screamed.
It was like an everyday scenario. Like I came home and he was ready to yell at me. Why was my life so miserable, why did I have such an ill fate?
'Why don't you listen to my orders, I've told you to look after Jeremy, always see if he needs something.' He kept yelling.
'Say something!! You little witch! Why don't you answer?' He said.
'I...I'm sorry dad.' I said looking down.
'Go, do the dishes and there are some clothes of mine, wash theme.' He said and I simply walked towards my room.
On way to my room, I peeped in Jeremy's room which was right next to mine.
I saw him reading something and laughing. I always wished I had a life like him, without any troubles and any burden. He was just living his life.
I went to the room and saw a bouquet at my table. I picked it up and realized that there was a letter too.
'I know your father has scolded you, because of that little jerk. Who came home alone to the before you. So, these fresh flowers are for you. I know you love lavender flowers so...see them and keep blooming like them.'
Said the letter. After reading it a smile automatically spread on my face. Who was this man? Why does he care about me? Is he, someone I know?...