Chapter 2

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1 week later*

I've lost so much weight; I haven't eaten anything in a week and a bit.

My stomach felt like it was eating itself as I felt the uncomfortable noises growing.

I stood up to go to the washroom; the whole room was spinning as I tried to direct myself in the direction of the washroom.

The room went so fast I couldn't control my feet.

All the sudden...

It all went black...

I opened my eyes to see I was on the floor.

Squinting I saw red splattered all over the floor.

I tried to turn over as I did I saw a mantel hovering above me

"Ugh" I said grabbing my stomach. Then severe pain flooded into my head all at once I grabbed my head and began to sob.

I must have fell and hit my head.

I heard the door handle jiggle until I heard the sounds of footsteps, many footsteps.

My vision began to black out again, before it all went away I could see two shoes and that was all.

When I opened my eyes I heard a siren.

I looked around completely in shock.

A girl rushed right over to me.

"Sweetie shh...shh stay still" She said Placing her warms hand of my forehead

Stroking back my hair.

"We can't stress you out" She said calmly.

Stress me out! Too late I said to myself

"You're in the ambulance I'm sure you have millions of questions but you can ask all that later all I will tell you for now is you hit your head terribly bad" she said

"and" She continued

"You're so lucky to be alive 20 more minutes on your floor and you'd be dead"

20 minutes, why god why I thought, Why, why couldn't I be with Harry.

"Here we are" She opened the doors of the ambulance and I was rushed into the E.R...

.........................

When I awoke I shot straight up panicking.

I grabbed my head and my breathing became short.

Clenching my eyes closed I sat there straight up in pure pain.

"Hey, hey, hey..." I felt A warm hand on my shoulder.

I began to unclench my eyes.

It was my Mom! Completely ignoring the pain I hugged her.

Tears began to spill down onto the stiff hospital bed.

"M-mom "

She pulled away leaving her hands on my shoulders.

"You've been out for a week" She said shaking her head.

"You can be released now as long as you take your pills everyday you'll be fine" A tear froze on her cheek and she wiped it with her delicately painted nails.

*4 hours later*

My Mom drove me home from the hospital, and together we made are way inside.

The room was untouched from when I last saw it.

"I will make you some tea? Honey." My mom left me in the living room.

I crouched where my phone was screen down on the floor.

My notebook' was beside it with all that commotion I guess it fell off the couch.

I picked them up and plopped down on the couch.

I turned my phone on to see hundreds of missed calls from my friends and family.

Texts, tweets and notifications filled my phone.

I opened my voice mail to listen to my alerts.

*You have 26 new voice mails*

I sighed and listened to the newest one.

"Britney! Are you okay I'm with the boys right now, we came by your house but no one was home were all very worried please call me back - El"

I set my phone down to join my Mom in the kitchen,

"Here you go" My mom said passing me a cup of herbal tea.

We both sat at the table and began to catch up.

*1 day later*

I fell asleep on the couch like always.

My mother left last night she is going to visit my grandma, she offered for me to join her but I was still in a bad state of trauma.

I stretched my legs out of the covers and inched towards my notebook, which was sitting like a lump on my cedar wood coffee table.

Harry loved that table...

I victoriously grabbed the book and took it into the kitchen.

Grabbing my black pen from the counter I sat at the kitchen table and began writing.

10: I love how I can be myself with you

11: I love the little things you use to make me smile

12: I love how you were a perfect gentleman

14...

16...

20...

I wrote till I reached 21

21: I love how whenever you kiss me I go weak

I snapped the book shut and began to sob.

I tried to collect my emotions and walked over to the island in the middle of my kitchen,

My eyes focused on the container of pills the doctor prescribed.

I picked them up and quickly dumped them all into the garbage.

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