Torn
Maybe I Should Let You Go
Maybe I Should Let You Go
Spencer's POV :
Hanna was right. I was a terrible mother. Sicily deserved better. I went to my room to think for a bit. Clear my thoughts. I looked around. Chills ran up me as I thought of that night. When my brother was killed. Also I pictured the night I was raped. My past was not a good one.
I looked down at my cuts. They bruised all over my arm. I pulled down my sleeve so I couldn't look at them. Then it hit me.
Those blue eyes. How could I forget? Niall was something else. That night I could have died but he saved me. I looked down by my bedside. I saw the piece of paper with his number. I smiled. He was my savior. Then on my night stand I saw a bottle. Cool beer drained down the sides.
I took it in my hands and guzzled it down. I breathed refreshing my self. Why did I drink more? No I was ruining my promise of being a good mother. I wanted to die suddenly. The thoughts ran through me.
The house was quite when I stepped into the hall. I peeked into Sicily's room, where she slept silently. Hanna was also sleeping. I grabbed my keys and my bag. I was gonna do it.
DIE.
Niall's POV
I looked over at the clock. 11:32 pm. It was late. Somehow I could not fall asleep. Maybe a walk would help. I grabbed a thin jacket and shoes. I put them on and opened the door of my apartment. I locked it as I went down the stairs. The night air was enchanting. I decided to walk to the river.
The river was close to where I lived and one that I usually walked to. My hands grew cold in a harsh wind. I saw headlights as someone parked there car near a tree. Who was it at this time of night?
Spencer's POV
I saw someone watch me as I stepped out of my car. I grabbed the bottle. It was filled with pills. I was going to overdose but this person would see me. Hanna would be happy. My daughter would be happy. My family would be happy. The whole world would be happy. If I died.
I sat on a bench as I looked around. No sign of a living soul. I shook a bunch of pills into the palm of my hand. Then I felt a grip on my arm.
"Please don't." Said a familiar voice.
I looked back and saw Niall.
"Niall I have too." I said.
"No I can't let you die." He said.
"Niall everyone would be happy if I were to die." I said in pain.
"Not everyone." Said Niall.
I looked at his mournful eyes. He bit his lip as he took my hand. He led me to my car in the passengers side. He got in the car and turned the keys. He took me back to home. I walked up the stairs and looked back at him. He blew me a kiss as I gave him a smile. The guilt ran through my veins.
Spencer's POV :
Hanna was right. I was a terrible mother. Sicily deserved better. I went to my room to think for a bit. Clear my thoughts. I looked around. Chills ran up me as I thought of that night. When my brother was killed. Also I pictured the night I was raped. My past was not a good one.
I looked down at my cuts. They bruised all over my arm. I pulled down my sleeve so I couldn't look at them. Then it hit me.
Those blue eyes. How could I forget? Niall was something else. That night I could have died but he saved me. I looked down by my bedside. I saw the piece of paper with his number. I smiled. He was my savior. Then on my night stand I saw a bottle. Cool beer drained down the sides.
I took it in my hands and guzzled it down. I breathed refreshing my self. Why did I drink more? No I was ruining my promise of being a good mother. I wanted to die suddenly. The thoughts ran through me.
The house was quite when I stepped into the hall. I peeked into Sicily's room, where she slept silently. Hanna was also sleeping. I grabbed my keys and my bag. I was gonna do it.
DIE.
Niall's POV
I looked over at the clock. 11:32 pm. It was late. Somehow I could not fall asleep. Maybe a walk would help. I grabbed a thin jacket and shoes. I put them on and opened the door of my apartment. I locked it as I went down the stairs. The night air was enchanting. I decided to walk to the river.
The river was close to where I lived and one that I usually walked to. My hands grew cold in a harsh wind. I saw headlights as someone parked there car near a tree. Who was it at this time of night?
Spencer's POV
I saw someone watch me as I stepped out of my car. I grabbed the bottle. It was filled with pills. I was going to overdose but this person would see me. Hanna would be happy. My daughter would be happy. My family would be happy. The whole world would be happy. If I died.
I sat on a bench as I looked around. No sign of a living soul. I shook a bunch of pills into the palm of my hand. Then I felt a grip on my arm.
"Please don't." Said a familiar voice.
I looked back and saw Niall.
"Niall I have too." I said.
"No I can't let you die." He said.
"Niall everyone would be happy if I were to die." I said in pain.
"Not everyone." Said Niall.
I looked at his mournful eyes. He bit his lip as he took my hand. He led me to my car in the passengers side. He got in the car and turned the keys. He took me back to home. I walked up the stairs and looked back at him. He blew me a kiss as I gave him a smile. The guilt ran through my veins.
7/25/13