»Don't you dare to leave me, Emma. Remember when you said, me and you against the world!? Please Emm, don't you leave me. I only have you. Stay with me. Dear, open your eyes! Say a word. Say anything! Someone call 911! My best friend is dying here!!» I cry, screaming for help. My best friend, my dear Amy, tried to kill herself, because she was raped by none other than my stepdad.
»The ambulance is on it's way, don't move her.« An old man says to me, I simply nod and return back to Emma.
»Emm, please do something. Show me that you're okay.« Nothing.
The ambulance finally arrived and Emma was pushed in to it. I was asked, if I want to ride with them, of course I said yes and quickly entered, sitting next to Emma.
All you could hear were whispers of the paramedics, trying to help Emma the best way they could. And me? I was holding back my tears. I felt like my heart has been ripped out from my chest.
Now I know how Emm felt every single time I ended in the hospital. Especially that time when she was the one taking a ride in the ambulance with me.
Pain. Bad thoughts. Fear. That's all I can feel and think. I hope she makes it.
Thankfully we get to the hospital quite fast. I follow the paramedics inside, to one of the many rooms they have for cheking people up. Unfortunately, I have to wait outside. And that's when the nerves kick up.
How badly is she hurt? Does she remember anything?
All this thoughts swimming in my head.
I was sitting on one of those uncomfortable chairs, when two doctors, one taller than the other, came out and all I could ask was, if Emma is alright?
"How is she?" I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"She'll make it." One of the two doctors reply.
"Really? Is..Is she hurt?" I then ask, fishing for more information.
"She has a few broken ribs, cuts and bruises and...we're waiting for results to know, if she was indeed a victim of rape or not." The other doctor now says.
"C-Can you..I mean..will you be able to tell who did it? You know, if she really was r-raped?" I stutter worried, but still somehow in hope.
"Probably. Yes...Is there anything you would like to tell us ?" The taller doctor asks then.
"No, doctors. I've got nothing. I'm just worried about my best friend, that's all." I say to them. On second thought..
"When can I see her?" I ask patiently waiting for a reply.
"You can go to her right now, but, to let you know, there is another person in the same room. The hospital is over it's capacities, unfortunately, because of the massive car accidents in the center of London, so we had to put more than one people in one room. I hope you understand?" The doctor says, apology etched all over his face.
"Yeah, that's okay. It's not like I can do anything about it...Alright, I'm gonna go see her now then. Thank you for everything." I say my last words to them, turn on my heels and walk towards Emma's room, afraid of what I might find behind the doors.
When I enter, I notice two beds in the whole room. One is taken by a blonde haired boy, who seems to be fast asleep and the other..
"Emm! Oh my God! Emma?!" I gush, running to my best friend's bed.
She looks terrible, to be honest. There are cuts and bruises all over her, a painful expression on her face even though she's sleeping and even her hair looks all messed up.
I fall on the chair next to her bed, letting all the tears out.What has she gone through?
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