Breathe Me-Niall Horan

"Just because you've fallen, doesn't mean you have to break."


6. The Struggle


"In Bournemouth Beach, London England, there has reportedly been a crucial accident involving a nine teen year old girl. Rescuers have yet to identify the victim, but are researching information. Stay tuned for more,I'm Harriet Cline and this is News Channel 4," a lady on TV spoke, plastering a smile and signing off the TV.

Poor girl, that's unfortunate. I wonder if she's a fan, I hope she's okay.

I pulled out my phone and logged onto the addicting app of Twitter, sending a new tweet to the world.

@NiallOfficial Just heard about the girl who was at Bournemouth Beach, sending love to her and family xx!

Instantly, girls ignored the devastating accident and asking for a follow. I sighed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head. People can be really inconsiderate and self-centered. It's like their lives are based on seeking attention, and receiving it from people who are dumb enough to fall for the trick. I don't usually pay mind to those tweets, unless the one I sent was ridiculously boring. I readjusted my position on the black leather couch and laid my feet on the glass coffee table.

The news turned back on and my eyes were glued to the screen. "I'm Harriet Cline, here at London Hospital, and have recently found more information on the incident at Bournemouth Beach. The victim's name is Amelia Brown, who was relaxing at the beach when a large pod of jelly fish bobbed into the water where she was and attacked her. She is now getting immediate surgery, and doctor's aren't sure if she will make it.''

I screamed, staring at the red haired lady on TV and threw the vase sitting on the table at her. I hope she felt my pain, as the words coming from her mouth was like a knife into my stomach, slowly inching itself deeper making me suffer.

The glass shattered everywhere, like my heart burst into pieces. The lads frantically ran down the stairs, screeching my name.

"NIALL!'' Liam shouted, gaping at the disaster on the floor. My breaths were cut short, and soon I was gasping for air. The news channel was flashing pictures of her, still talking. I felt the knife cut further into my soul and I shouted again. Covering my ears, I pointed at the TV and yelled for it off.

I was sitting on the floor, facing the TV, rocking back and forth on my knees. I heard the TV snap off, but I still whispered to turn it off.

"Turn it off, turn it off..." I muttered, still sobbing. "TURN IT OFF! STOP IT, STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT, JUST TURN IT OFF!"

The boys looked at each other, panick flooding into their eyes."Niall, shhh.... it's off. It's off, there's nothing to worry about. She's still alive, she's okay." Kriss said, appearing from the stairs and holding me. I was suffering, the knife still edging into my body, inching further and further.

"Make it stop," I whimpered. I still heard the haunts echo in my head, taunting me as I cried.

This is all my fault. I should be the one in the hospital, Amelia is my princess. I need her.

Louis was on his phone, talking to management and telling them we needed to get to London. We were currently in Wales, but I was going to get to my princess no matter what.


All that surrounded me was black. Sometimes, sparks of scintilla light fluttered into my vision, but that was the only change. I could hear every unspeakable noise around me, doctors busily chattering, nurses whispering on transceivers, and feet shuffling on the ground. My chest ached, it felt as if someone had put charges of electricity into my stomach and kept it there for days. I imagined the jellyfish swarming around my helpless body, floating in the water as innocent as creatures could look.

But they were deadly.

I struggled to open my eyes, trying to figure out what doctors were doing to me.

Comas can be so stereotypical, as I could hear everything around me. I wish the noise would vanish, because I'm petrified at what crucial things they could be doing with my body.

I just want to see again, its like I flashed into being blind in this state.

Has Niall heard about me? Does he care?


Hiiiiii;) How do you like the chapter? I felt my vocab was really bad and the words I used were really bland and blah blah blah.

Give me feedback!

Love you all *_8



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