Blinded
you're not her
Niall could hear his heart racing inside his chest and feel his hands shake as he stood in the back of the room. Unfamiliar faces that he had never seen made their way up to the opened coffin as he took deep breaths. Some of them had tear stained faces, while others held looks of disbelief. His own eyes were bloodshot from crying, and he felt his knees tremble.
This was his entire fault for forcing her to do something she didn’t like. “I did this,” he whispered, and he didn’t deserve to say his goodbyes, nor did he deserve to be there where people didn’t know the truth of what really happened that terrible night.
“Niall,” she would whisper with the last breath of air she had. The way she had said his name for the very last time kept replaying in his head, and he couldn’t handle this heartbreaking scene where people were sobbing in front of her coffin. He couldn’t handle the deathly pale whiteness that graced the girl’s face when the blood slowly dissipated from her body. She was gone from this world, and he felt himself push through the doors to the black and white world. Nothing was beautiful.
He could see the flowers that were placed into their beds wilting, and the grass seemed to yellow. Water drizzled from the sky as if it was crying as well, and he felt himself hit the gray, concrete ground as sobs wretched from his body.
“It’s all my fault,” he cried as he felt his knuckles scraped the ground, and he fell to the side as tears left his eyes and streamed down his face.
“Niall,” she whispered, and for a moment, he thought it was her. As tears left his eyes, and his vision cleared, he realized that it was a trick the world had played. She would never whisper his name again, and he felt the tears return as the ginger bent down and wrapped her arms around him. Never in his life had he felt so alone, though people were all around him. Never in his life did he think he would be at fault for someone’s death.
This was his entire fault for forcing her to do something she didn’t like. “I did this,” he whispered, and he didn’t deserve to say his goodbyes, nor did he deserve to be there where people didn’t know the truth of what really happened that terrible night.
“Niall,” she would whisper with the last breath of air she had. The way she had said his name for the very last time kept replaying in his head, and he couldn’t handle this heartbreaking scene where people were sobbing in front of her coffin. He couldn’t handle the deathly pale whiteness that graced the girl’s face when the blood slowly dissipated from her body. She was gone from this world, and he felt himself push through the doors to the black and white world. Nothing was beautiful.
He could see the flowers that were placed into their beds wilting, and the grass seemed to yellow. Water drizzled from the sky as if it was crying as well, and he felt himself hit the gray, concrete ground as sobs wretched from his body.
“It’s all my fault,” he cried as he felt his knuckles scraped the ground, and he fell to the side as tears left his eyes and streamed down his face.
“Niall,” she whispered, and for a moment, he thought it was her. As tears left his eyes, and his vision cleared, he realized that it was a trick the world had played. She would never whisper his name again, and he felt the tears return as the ginger bent down and wrapped her arms around him. Never in his life had he felt so alone, though people were all around him. Never in his life did he think he would be at fault for someone’s death.
Notes
I'm on Mibba, and if you want to find me, my name is jem carstairs; . I don't know how to link here yet, so I guess you'll have to search it for now.I'm a bit busy, so I'll be going back and forth, slowly moving my stories onto this site from Mibba. I'll also be updating on Mibba though.
5/28/13