My body is a cage, that keeps me from dancing with the one i love

Niall’s POV
My life is over. I do not want to live anymore. My eyes are still shut and I can still feel the rain fall on my body. I don’t want to open my eyes. All my options are quite done. My phone is unusable. My knee is broken, so I cannot walk. Crawling hurts even as much. And overall, my eyes are to heavy to open.
When I lay on the wet grass, I think about stuff. What day is it? What time is it? How are the boys doing? I have no idea. I just hope, that I feel stronger when the rain stops and the sun starts shining. Then I can find my way out of this shit hole. Back to my friends. Have fun, do fun things. Play football again.
I am wondering of all kind of things, while all the sudden, I feel two strong arms pulling me up. One are underneath my back and one underneath my knees. Someone carries me away. What if this is Darryl, trying to hurt me again. I have to open my eyes. But very careful. I open one eye very slowly. A mix of panic and relief fills my body. It is not Darryl. It is a older looking man. Around the age of 40 years. He looks strong and well fought. I am relieved that it is not Darryl, but why is this man carrying me?
I want to explode in my own defense, but my body is incapable of doing anything. Even my eyes are heavy and they close themselves in seconds.

I open my eyes again. I feel the light of the sun throughout the window burn up my eyes. Slowly I scout the room with only one eye open. I am in an hospital bed. A room alone, it is daytime, the clock shows that it is noon. I can hear voices in the hallway. The door of my room is open, and what it looks like is that Harry and Louis are walking up and down the hallway talking out loud. I hear the frustration in their voices. Will they know what happened? What do they think happened? I better leave the part of the rape to myself. Also leave the part that it was Darryl. If they find him and he tells them what happened? He will confront me the part that I am gay. And where is that men who took me here? He seemed trustful. I close my eyes and focus on the voices of my mates.
I hear Harry the most. His voice is the loudest that keeps asking in the open how it is possible they did not miss my absence. I hear Liam telling him that I send a message that I would be running late. I never send such a text. Darryl must have done that. The asshole.
On the back I can hear Zayn’s loyal voice. He is maybe the sweetest guy I know. He is still wondering how things could have happened.
My eyes feel heavy again. I decide to slowly let them close. It does not take long till I fall asleep.

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