Blood on leave
Chapter 3
I woke up to see Harry standing there revealing his muscular body. He looks up at me his eyes were black, he smiled.
"Hi Marcy."
I glare at him hard.
"Get out of my brother!" I yelled out.
Harry chuckles a little; slowly he walks to me.
"Make me." He barked.
I took a huge glup. I was to scared to try anything.
"I thought so."
He walks back to the mirror, running his finger through his matted curls feeling up on himself.
"What are you doing in my room... can you go?"
Harry stops what he was doing, and turns to me.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"You have your own room, so just get out of mines." I yelled back
Within seconds I can feel Harry's hand wrap around my neck. I look up at him trying to slip away from his strong grip, but he just squeezed harder.
"I should kill you right now." He whispered.
I gasp for air, trying my hardest to stop him from killing me.
"Ple-please stop...... stop... Harry." I puff out.
"Stop it Harry." A voice said behind him.
He loosen up his grip and turn around to see Louis standing there.
I cough out holding my chest.
"Oh God I almost died."
"You can't kill him yet. We need him for now... Harry. Control your anger." Louis ordered.
He brush his curly hair out his face.
"Fine." He mumbled.
Louis walk over to me ,his blue eyes stared right into mines. Grabbing my soft curls.
"I would keep my mouth shut if I were you." With that I felt a hard slap the tingly sensation burn my face. I could feel the warm liquid running down my lip.
I look At Louis with a frightened look my stomach turned and my head was spinning. I wish I was dead right now"BREAKFAST!!" Yelled mum from down the stairs.
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Niall"Naill Horan it's time to wake up." A sweet and smooth voice hits his ears.
Niall slowly opens his eyes to find his beautiful friend grace sitting by his hospital bed.
Her big kinky tawny hair brushing against her light caramel skin. Her bright hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight and those beautiful lips moving in a synchronize matter. She was a picture of beauty.
"Morning... Nialler." She giggles. He felt her fingers graze cross his face brushing away Niall flaxen hair.
He slowly gets up rubbing his eye adjust himself on the bed. "Hey grace." His voice was deep and warm.
"Hungry?" Grace says quickly. He nods his head in agreement. She sticks her hand out to Niall. "Well come on then."
He hops out of bed, grabbing her hand... She suddenly stops and looks into Niall's blue eyes.
"I'm glad I met you, but it sucks that your stuck in here for no reason." Her voice faints. Niall gives a weak smile to his friend. He stands in front of her touching her delicate face. "I promise... I'll get us both out of there. You don't belong here either.."
Grace gives him a big smile before she gave him a hug.
"Your just the best." She whispers in his ears. "Lets get some food now..." She laughs.
(Niall's POV)
Grace drags me out my room, her hair bouncing with her body movement. We both walked down the hall, the cries for help fills the air. As the men in all white rushes pass us. My head shot back watching the men tackle a young boy.
"Come on Niall walk faster." Grace pulls me harder.
We finally reach the dinner hall. The atmosphere was tedious, the cold air brushed against my face which cause the hair behind my neck stand up.
"Let's sit there." She points to the window seat.
This place was so damn depressing. There were all different types of patients there. People with Eating disorders, Self harmers, those who were Mentally unstable for the real word, psychopath, drug addicts you name they had it.
Then you come down to the people like me who don't belong here. We're judge, no one believe us, freaks of nature. We've been drugged up just to be normal, to think perfect. Endless hours of talking to therapist just to hear that you crazy or you want attention.
This right here is the hell I have to go through every agonizing day. My mother never believe a thing I was saying. She thought I was losing my mind, until one day she had it and send me here.
I know what I saw... I told them their's evil walking with us, pretending to be us mimic our every single movement. All I got was blank stares.
Demons
Witches
Ghost
Sprints
vampire
WerewolfThey all exist and all there doing this consuming the good from us, turning humans into Them."Niall......Niall" A hand waves in front my face."You OK?"
I look at grace. "Yea of course." I smiled.
I knew dam well I wasn't *******************************************************************************************************
MarcelThe young lad eats voraciously grabbing the food and stuffing in his mouth.His mouth watered with enjoyment. Marcel mind wonder from last night horrifying dinner he had,all those worms roaming in his stomach.He stops and drops the fork.
"Something wrong bro?" Harry says evilly,walking in
"No." he quickly replied.
Anne walks in and sits with the boys enjoying a cup of tea.
Harry silently sits down with his cup of tea. His hair was steeped, his eyes shot up at Marcel.
"So bro what-"
"Your not my brother."Marcel snapped. He felt brave for standing up to his brother.
Anne quickly looks at Marcel."Of course he is. That's rude to say Marcel."
Harry looks at Marcel then his tea."It's ok mum.He's just mad at me." Harry looks back Marcel.You can feel the tension in the air.
She looks at Marcel then Harry.."What's going on...boys?"
Before Marcel could say anything Harry spoke up "See mum..I think Marcel need help..Yesterday he was about to k-."
"SHUT UP HARRY!" Marcel yelled, banging on the table with anger.
Anne jumps from the outburst.
"I would watch who your tal-"
"OR WHAT YOUR GOING TO CHOKE ME AGAIN."
Anne stares at Harry. "You choked him?."
Harry stared at his mother than Marcel.
Sudden Marcel collapsed to the floor holding his head, he felt the pain course through his body. Groaning and screaming his eyes watery and his breathing was short and sharp, shallow rasps.
"AHHHH... MY BLOODY HEAD... STOP IT HARRY!!" He croaked out.
Anne get up quickly and rushes over to him. Harry stares hard at him now making Marcel start to cry out pain.
"STOP IT HARRY!!!" He yells out again.
"He's not doing anything Marcel." Anne says nervously
"Yes he... is..." Marcel had enough.
All the pain and stress was overwhelming him, this bought back painfully memory of when he was bullied and almost beaten to death. The fail attemped of endings his life, his depression was too much to handle. His tears stained his cheeks, Marcel eyes closed as his body went into shocked.
"Marcel." Anne yells out shaking him.
Harry puts his tea down and walks over to Marcel. "Mum can you get a wet rag please?" He asks with a sweet voice looking into her green eyes.
She get up and does what Harry says. When she was out the room Harry gives Marcel a hard slap to the face.
"Get up you prick."
Marecl eyes shot open. He can feel his head pounding, his chest burning. His vision was blurry
"What did I tell you about talking to me in that tone, you want to die... don't you?"
Marcel looks at his brother with tears in his eyes...
"Oh look the baby's about to cry. I thought you were a big man. You surely was yelling like one a couple minutes ago. What happen now?"
Marcel looks at the floor as the tears rolled down his face. Harry grabs Marcel face roughly
"You better wipe those tears away."
Marcel slowly lifts his hand to his face wiping away his salty tears.
Anne walks back in with a warm rag. "Here honey." She places the rag on Marcel head.
"Thanks mum." Marcel says shakily voice.
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"Hi Marcy."
I glare at him hard.
"Get out of my brother!" I yelled out.
Harry chuckles a little; slowly he walks to me.
"Make me." He barked.
I took a huge glup. I was to scared to try anything.
"I thought so."
He walks back to the mirror, running his finger through his matted curls feeling up on himself.
"What are you doing in my room... can you go?"
Harry stops what he was doing, and turns to me.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"You have your own room, so just get out of mines." I yelled back
Within seconds I can feel Harry's hand wrap around my neck. I look up at him trying to slip away from his strong grip, but he just squeezed harder.
"I should kill you right now." He whispered.
I gasp for air, trying my hardest to stop him from killing me.
"Ple-please stop...... stop... Harry." I puff out.
"Stop it Harry." A voice said behind him.
He loosen up his grip and turn around to see Louis standing there.
I cough out holding my chest.
"Oh God I almost died."
"You can't kill him yet. We need him for now... Harry. Control your anger." Louis ordered.
He brush his curly hair out his face.
"Fine." He mumbled.
Louis walk over to me ,his blue eyes stared right into mines. Grabbing my soft curls.
"I would keep my mouth shut if I were you." With that I felt a hard slap the tingly sensation burn my face. I could feel the warm liquid running down my lip.
I look At Louis with a frightened look my stomach turned and my head was spinning. I wish I was dead right now"BREAKFAST!!" Yelled mum from down the stairs.
___________________________________________________________________________
Niall"Naill Horan it's time to wake up." A sweet and smooth voice hits his ears.
Niall slowly opens his eyes to find his beautiful friend grace sitting by his hospital bed.
Her big kinky tawny hair brushing against her light caramel skin. Her bright hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight and those beautiful lips moving in a synchronize matter. She was a picture of beauty.
"Morning... Nialler." She giggles. He felt her fingers graze cross his face brushing away Niall flaxen hair.
He slowly gets up rubbing his eye adjust himself on the bed. "Hey grace." His voice was deep and warm.
"Hungry?" Grace says quickly. He nods his head in agreement. She sticks her hand out to Niall. "Well come on then."
He hops out of bed, grabbing her hand... She suddenly stops and looks into Niall's blue eyes.
"I'm glad I met you, but it sucks that your stuck in here for no reason." Her voice faints. Niall gives a weak smile to his friend. He stands in front of her touching her delicate face. "I promise... I'll get us both out of there. You don't belong here either.."
Grace gives him a big smile before she gave him a hug.
"Your just the best." She whispers in his ears. "Lets get some food now..." She laughs.
(Niall's POV)
Grace drags me out my room, her hair bouncing with her body movement. We both walked down the hall, the cries for help fills the air. As the men in all white rushes pass us. My head shot back watching the men tackle a young boy.
"Come on Niall walk faster." Grace pulls me harder.
We finally reach the dinner hall. The atmosphere was tedious, the cold air brushed against my face which cause the hair behind my neck stand up.
"Let's sit there." She points to the window seat.
This place was so damn depressing. There were all different types of patients there. People with Eating disorders, Self harmers, those who were Mentally unstable for the real word, psychopath, drug addicts you name they had it.
Then you come down to the people like me who don't belong here. We're judge, no one believe us, freaks of nature. We've been drugged up just to be normal, to think perfect. Endless hours of talking to therapist just to hear that you crazy or you want attention.
This right here is the hell I have to go through every agonizing day. My mother never believe a thing I was saying. She thought I was losing my mind, until one day she had it and send me here.
I know what I saw... I told them their's evil walking with us, pretending to be us mimic our every single movement. All I got was blank stares.
Demons
Witches
Ghost
Sprints
vampire
WerewolfThey all exist and all there doing this consuming the good from us, turning humans into Them."Niall......Niall" A hand waves in front my face."You OK?"
I look at grace. "Yea of course." I smiled.
I knew dam well I wasn't *******************************************************************************************************
MarcelThe young lad eats voraciously grabbing the food and stuffing in his mouth.His mouth watered with enjoyment. Marcel mind wonder from last night horrifying dinner he had,all those worms roaming in his stomach.He stops and drops the fork.
"Something wrong bro?" Harry says evilly,walking in
"No." he quickly replied.
Anne walks in and sits with the boys enjoying a cup of tea.
Harry silently sits down with his cup of tea. His hair was steeped, his eyes shot up at Marcel.
"So bro what-"
"Your not my brother."Marcel snapped. He felt brave for standing up to his brother.
Anne quickly looks at Marcel."Of course he is. That's rude to say Marcel."
Harry looks at Marcel then his tea."It's ok mum.He's just mad at me." Harry looks back Marcel.You can feel the tension in the air.
She looks at Marcel then Harry.."What's going on...boys?"
Before Marcel could say anything Harry spoke up "See mum..I think Marcel need help..Yesterday he was about to k-."
"SHUT UP HARRY!" Marcel yelled, banging on the table with anger.
Anne jumps from the outburst.
"I would watch who your tal-"
"OR WHAT YOUR GOING TO CHOKE ME AGAIN."
Anne stares at Harry. "You choked him?."
Harry stared at his mother than Marcel.
Sudden Marcel collapsed to the floor holding his head, he felt the pain course through his body. Groaning and screaming his eyes watery and his breathing was short and sharp, shallow rasps.
"AHHHH... MY BLOODY HEAD... STOP IT HARRY!!" He croaked out.
Anne get up quickly and rushes over to him. Harry stares hard at him now making Marcel start to cry out pain.
"STOP IT HARRY!!!" He yells out again.
"He's not doing anything Marcel." Anne says nervously
"Yes he... is..." Marcel had enough.
All the pain and stress was overwhelming him, this bought back painfully memory of when he was bullied and almost beaten to death. The fail attemped of endings his life, his depression was too much to handle. His tears stained his cheeks, Marcel eyes closed as his body went into shocked.
"Marcel." Anne yells out shaking him.
Harry puts his tea down and walks over to Marcel. "Mum can you get a wet rag please?" He asks with a sweet voice looking into her green eyes.
She get up and does what Harry says. When she was out the room Harry gives Marcel a hard slap to the face.
"Get up you prick."
Marecl eyes shot open. He can feel his head pounding, his chest burning. His vision was blurry
"What did I tell you about talking to me in that tone, you want to die... don't you?"
Marcel looks at his brother with tears in his eyes...
"Oh look the baby's about to cry. I thought you were a big man. You surely was yelling like one a couple minutes ago. What happen now?"
Marcel looks at the floor as the tears rolled down his face. Harry grabs Marcel face roughly
"You better wipe those tears away."
Marcel slowly lifts his hand to his face wiping away his salty tears.
Anne walks back in with a warm rag. "Here honey." She places the rag on Marcel head.
"Thanks mum." Marcel says shakily voice.
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