Chapter 2
" Disappointments are God's way of saying "I've got something better coming"
Amara
I pushed past the doors before stepping into the hospital. Everything seems so quiet, so dead. The only sound I can hear is my boot tapping lightly on the floor as I walk. I saw glimpse of people with their flashing cameras. Paparazzis are not making things easier for me. I shut my eyes even though I know that tears won't be streaming down my face. I never cry. At least that's what everyone said. The truth is, I'm no different than everyone else. I cried. I just don't like showing it to people. I hate it when people look at me like I'm a vulnerable, pathetic girl who is not strong enough to face the challenges in life. I always locked myself in my room and cried silently so that nobody could hear or see me and after some time alone, I'd come out of my room, looking perfectly fine like nothing happened.
"This is Dr. Henry and Dr. Bennett" Darren said to me with his arms around my waist, as if he's afraid that I might faint or something.
"How're they?" I asked, after taking a deep breath.
"I think we should talk about this in my room" Dr. Henry said, looking over my shoulder. I'm guessing the paparazzis found their way into the hospital. I stay quiet as he leads us into his room.
"I'm sure you've heard about how terrible the accident was" Dr. Bennett said, staring at me with eyes full of sympathy, once we're in Dr. Henry's room. I gritted my teeth. I hated that. Sympathy.
"Are they dead or not?" I asked through my gritted teeth. I don't want to hear how sympathy they are or how terrible the accident was or how they've tried so hard to save my parents' lives. I just want them to go straight to the point. Those sympathy talks won't bring them back.
"We've tried everything-"
"Look, I get it. I may be a singer, but that doesn't mean that I don't know any medical stuff. I just want to know if they're dead or not" I said, clenching my jaw as I look away from them.
"Your father couldn't make it" Dr. Bennett said after letting out a loud sigh. I squeeze my eyes shut before taking a deep breath.
"He passed away about 10 minutes after he reached the hospital" Dr. Bennett continued when I didn't say anything.
"And mom?" I asked, looking at both of the doctors.
I got the answer from the reactions from both of the doctors. They look at each other before stare at me with tears in their eyes. I stood up before walking away, leaving Dr. Henry's room without another word.
It seems so unreal. Just yesterday, I was having a Harry Potter marathon with my sister, Zara and my parents. This couldn't be happening. I feel like screaming and beat something up. I want to scream at the sky and ask God what I've done to deserve something like this. But I know I couldn't blame God on this. So, who should I blame?
"Amara, I know this might not be a good time but, remember when I told you about the drunk driver who swerved into your dad's way?" Darren said, gripping my arm.
"What, you can't just say this person's name? Why do you have to make it so obvious, Darren?" I hissed.
"I just want to tell you that, he's the one who called the ambulance and everything and he would like to talk to you. Apologize, maybe. Just don't take it all on him. He's drunk and he didn't mean to-" he stopped before continuing.
"He didn't mean to get drunk and got them killed" I whispered.
"Look, I know it sounds ridiculous, but everybody dies. It's not his fault, hell, it's not anybody's fault" Darren sighed.
"They're all dead" I whispered, not really replying to what he said. Darren sighed before pulling me into a tight hug. I didn't hug him back and stay quiet. I fight back my tears. I don't want to cry in front of all these people. The sound of someone clearing his throat interrupts us.
"Sorry to interrupt, but my client would like to talk to you" a man in his mid thirties said with a sad smile.
"Client?" I asked. He looks over his shoulder and I follow his gaze.
"Zayn?"
A/N - Hey guys!! I know this chapter is quite short but... actually I don't have any explanation to that, it's just short. It's quite depressing too, so, I'm sorry but that's just the storyline. Don't forget to comment, vote and fan!! Owh and give me suggestions on this story on Twitter at @FunnehMonkey but I'm a little tomboyish and crazy on Twitter so be careful!! :S xx
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