Drowing

Chapter 3

NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW

For Christ's sake! Why did mum invite Heather over to help and then decide to "run erands" just to leave me alone with her! I wad so mad that in a second of blind rage I puck up an old, heavy, metal picture frame and threw it at the door behind mum. But of course she had just had to open the door and walked in, so instead of the picture frame hitting the door... It hit her, Heather. Next thing I knew she was on the floor with blood rushing out of her head. I picked her which made her grunt in protest, and carried her into my very cluttered living room and laid get down on the couch.

"Shit!" I thought, "what do I do now?"

I got a face cloth and soaked it in cold water before applying it to her head. I stayed with her for half an hour before deciding that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. I wondered if I should have called an as ambulance. I noticed how messy the whole house was so I decided to unpack some of the boxes and clean a bit. It wasn't to bad, I had the kitchen done in 40 minutes and two of the three bedrooms finished in just over an hour. Even after that Heather still hadn't woken up... God, what if she's really badly hurt and never wakes up. I was left with my thoughts for a while before I heard a small voice. I waited to make sure it was her, then I heard it again and this time I was sure it was her. I sprinted down the stairs and fell down the last two. I had a really bad pain in my ankel. I went into the living room to find her awake but still lying down.

Her cloth was now a dark shade if red and her skin was very pale. I must have had some sort of panicked expression because the first thing she said was,

"That bad huh?" She asked with a joking tone. But it was, if she had her eyes closed you might take her as dead.

"You might need stitches"

"Its okay we can go to the doctors is only four-ish now it closes at six."

"Heather is seven o clock now! You've been out for hours!"

Heathers P.O.V.

Well this sucks. What was I ment to do now? I couldn't get up to go home, plus I don't know how my mum will take it if I come home after being away for hours with a huge lump out of my head.

"Oh hi mum, yeah I was walking into his house when I was attacked by flying decor. And yes I wad unconscious for hours but you know..."

Umm yeah, she won't take that well. And what about coach!? Omg she'll kill me if I can't compete on Sunday!

If your wondering I swim. I love it. I'm the best swimmer in the town. I can swim 50 meters (2 lengths) in 48 seconds. I love swimming because I love how the water feels as you glide through it. It feels as if your floating and at the same time your sinking. I don't know really how to describe it but I just love it. I always have. Another reason is when you sink to the bottom of the pool or lake or seabed and look up and see the lights dance around. I just love it

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A/N

Look IknowIhaven't updated in a while but it's becauseI had examsand other stuff going on in my life. And I am really sorry but I promise I am trying to write more. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE like and comment so I know if anyone is enjoying this!! If not I might take it down. I hope you will forgive me fire my absence but whatcha gonna do??