Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Eight.

I bawled writting this. Just Saying!!! Leave comments you guys!!

My stomach was in my throat. Or maybe it was my heart. In complete honestly I had no idea what I was feeling. Everything was in fast motion, and I was stopped. Then again maybe I was the fast one and time had stopped. All I knew for sure was that I was hurt. I was scared, worried, sick, mad, and hurt. Everything was numb. It felt kind of like I was sucked into a black whole that I was never returning from. It had swallowed me and had no inentions of spitting me back up.

The clear doors were in my reach but I didn't slow down. I had dropped the phone to the kitchen floor busting it. I had jumped into my car with tears literally soaking my face, I hadn't stopped at any red lights or stop signs. I had no time. The automatic door flung open and I nearly tripped over an elderly man in a wheelchair. I saw the familar group of people that I had come to know very well over the years and stopped suddenly falling to the ground.

"Erin!" Carly's sobbing body broke from Zack's hold. She was soon next to me. All I needed was her arms strongly wrapped around me. I held my hands over my eyes and fell into Carly's covered chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her head dug into my neck.

I just cried. I couldn't even control what was happening. I just cried, and screamed. I didn't care about the stares I got. I didn't care about anything. Soon another pare of arms was locked with Carly and I, I looked just enough to see Molly's brown hair in my face. It was clear we were all heartbroken by what was to come.

"Everything's going to be alright, right?" I was shoked that through my high pitched sobs anyone could understand me. I had calmed down a little bit, but not enough to stand. Tristin had picked me up and set me on the blue plush chair.

"I hope so," Molly's voice was shakey, just like her body. Everyone was confused and hurt.

For what seemed like forever but was really just two hours we all sat. No one spoke, no one questioned the doctors. We all just sat in the waiting room, praying everything was going to be alright. Molly had excused herself just long enough to go smoke. I hadn't even known that she had smoked. Carly watched the wall with no emotion on her face, though tears were visible on her cheeks. She rejected anyone's touch and didn't blink. Tristin was sat on the ground covered in white and grey tiles, backed against a while pillar. His knees brought almost to his chest, one arm under the his knees. The other hand diggig through his hair sending it in every direction. Zack had long gone to the bathroom, I knew he wouldn't stay. We all knew he was probably punching a wall somewhere.

Then there was me. I sat in the navy blue chair looking at the children playing. One little girl had blonde hair that was pulled up into a pony tied with a pink ribbon. Her dress was white and had pink flowers litering it. She looked not to have a fear in the world, but there was a reason she was here. I didn't know the reason, but I could bet that if she was older than five she would know it was meant to hurt. My eyes flicked from the children to the news that played behind the nurses desk. The only thought that wentthrough my head? It's all my fault.

"Matthew Samuals," A man in his mid thirty's came from the emergany doors. He had black hair that looked to be disapearing. His white med-coat was bottoned perfectly. A clipboard was stationed in his hand.

We all stood fast. We looked to the man that held our fate on his clipboard. What happened? Was Matt okay? My mind was blank but still ran through everything. I grabbed Molly's arm for support because I very much felt weak, nothing was strong enough to save me from the doctor's words.

"I'm sorry we lost him," I heard Carly scream. Molly held onto me because I simply fell to the ground. I heard another loud sob and I heard something hit a wall. I didn't know how this could happen. How had we not saw it. What was wrong with us.