A Second Chance

"we're 5SOS"

Sara

The door of the car opened and light spilled in. I could see the people around me, who were guys- probably my age- that had worry painted on their faces. 

"Come on!" The one with a bandanna said.

He grabbed my hand, and pulled me out the car. When I looked back, I saw it was actually a black van with tinted windows. Three other boys got out of the van and followed us. The bandanna boy pulled me in the sliding doors of the hospital and the secretary stared at me.

She rushed me into a room, sat me down in a hospital bed and left the room. The four guys were on the other side of the room, whispering to each other. They all turned around to face me, still looking very concerned.

"Who are you guys?" I asked them.

"We thought you might have guessed." The one with dark brown hair said.

"I'm not good with guessing the names of strangers." I said.

"We're 5 Seconds of Summer." The one with blond hair told me.

"Should I have already known this?" I asked them.

"Uh-well, my name is Ashton, his name is Calum, his name is Luke, and his name is Michael." Bandanna boy said, pointing at each of the guys awkwardly standing beside him.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's going to be okay. Can you please leave the room?" The nurse came back in and asked the boys.

"Sure." They said as they walked out the room.

"Alright, this won't hurt a bit." The nurse said, wiping my face with an alcohol pad.

It stung horribly, but I didn't make a noise. I looked for a mirror. I saw one on the other side of the room. When the nurse left to go get more bandages, I walked up to it.

I saw a girl with cuts and scars, bruises and bumps. Blood all over her face, and clothes. Her hair was red-orange and her eyes chocolate brown. But you couldn't see them under the big bruise on her forehead. I couldn't believe this was me. A group of nurses came in, they laid me down on the hospital bed, and rolled up my sleeves. They cut my jeans up to my knees, cleaning most of the cuts.

"What happened to you?" One asked

A big lump grew in my throat. How was I going to tell them?