Broken Crystals

When Crystal collapses in the middle of the road after another beating, headlights are the last thing she sees. She wakes up in a strange house, surrounded by five strange boys. She refuses to relax around them or be herself. But can the one Irish boy with the beautiful blue eyes show her what it means to be loved and fix her cracks?

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30. I can't do it

Niall's POV 

  My mind is blank as I run out of the house and onto the dark streets. My bare feet pound on the gravel as I sprint the distance between us. Between me and her. My heart hammers; with what I don't know. Could be from running, nerves, panic.... Or fear. I slam my hand onto the button for the top floor in the elevator and wait right outside of the doors impatiently. It felt like hours before they opened again.

"Perrie?" I shout out, banging on the apartment door. She opens it immediately, a hammer clutched in her hand and her eyes are round with fear. 

"Niall, oh my god. Niall, it's Crystal." She stutters and I push past her. I spot Eleanor in the hall, standing impatiently outside of the bathroom door.

 "Niall," Eleanor says, placing a hand on my chest to try and stop me. It doesn't work though. I hammer my fists onto the door rapidly shouting her name.

"Crystal! Crystal! Crystal open the door!" I shout. I'm only answered by silence. 

"How long has she been in there?" I demand, turning to Eleanor and Perrie frantically.

"She, she um..." Perrie begins and I try not to let it irritate me. 

"An hour," Eleanor finishes for her and I nod.

"Did she say anything?" I ask, Eleanor this time.

  "No, I got up to get a glass of water and she- she- she was standing there and she was... was crying... and then... I asked if she was okay... b-but she shook her head and than ran into the bath-bathroom. She h-had a razor in her h-hand." Perrie tells me, finding it difficult to keep calm. Eleanor places an arm around her, trying to comfort her.

"We've been trying to get in for the past hour. She won't answer us," Eleanor says whilst patting Perrie's back.

"Crystal!" I turn back to the door and shout again. "Get the boys," I say to Eleanor and she nods, pulling out her phone and taking Perrie in to the living room.

"Crystal," I say as gently as I can muster. 

"Crystal, listen. Don't do anything stupid," I don't get an answer. I stand back and brace myself; pointing my shoulder towards the wooden door. I sprint towards it and slam myself with all my weight in to it. The hinges crack and it falls to the floor. A smoldering pain simmers up my right arm but I ignore it. 

"Crystal," I breath, rushing over to her.    She was sat on the edge of the bath, a bottle in her hand. I gape at the label. They were pills. 

"Crystal, put them down." I say; going to take them from her. She clutches them to her chest; looking up and meeting my eyes. I gasp at the sight of her arms. They were covered in slash marks. Blood trickling onto my shirt that she had on and the tiles on the floor. I spot the razor lying beside her.

"I can't do it, Niall." She says; her voice is dead.

"Can't do what, Crystal?" I ask, returning my eyes to meet hers. I had to stay calm. Even though inside I was freaking out. "Live."         

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