Chasing Luck (Niall Horan)

Chapter One

Chapter One

I hugged myself tightly, wrapping my arms tightly around the grey blanket that had been given to me. My entire left side was filled with blood due to the piece of glass that had been sticking in my ear for at least a full ten minutes before anyone could even attempt to get it out. Now, I was sitting here in the ambulance with my ear all stitched up. My eyes were set on my bloody shoes. I don’t think I can focus on anything but my parents and Louise.

Louise... I hope that she lived through this. My mother was thirty-six weeks pregnant with her, and we had just decided earlier that week to know the baby’s sex. We’d spent this past week trying to figure out baby names until we found one in the car. Louise Vienna Marie Blackwill will be my baby sister’s name. She’ll have a part of my family like nobody else. She’ll have a part of my family that nobody can take away from her. And I will see to it that she keeps her name.

I could feel the tears threaten to leave and I tried to blink them back as much as I could. The street my family were on had been filled with police cars, and ambulances in a matter of minutes. There were few pedestrians and strangers who had stopped to see what was going on. Once they saw a bloody mother on the road, and a crying fourteen year old girl, their faces became somber, and sympathetic.

No matter how sad I was at this moment, I didn’t want anyone’s sympathy. I didn’t want their petty sorries, or their money. None of what they were giving could make me feel better. I lost my family, and probably Louise, too. Nothing can make me feel better right now, as much as they tried. They should stop because it wasn’t making me feel any better.

A hand on my shoulder made me jump and I looked up into a woman’s brown eyes. She looked like she was around the age of forty.  Maybe she had a few kids, and a good husband. She better not lose them, I thought. Family is the best thing you could have.

She wrote something on a piece of paper and showed it to me. Squinting my eyes. I tried to read what she said through my blurry tears.

“Hello, sweetheart... What’s your name?”

I cringed. Sweetheart. That’s what my mother used to call me in the mornings before giving me my morning breakfast smoothie. She held the pen and paper out to me as I quickly wrote down a response.

“Aletta Blackwill,” I wrote down. “Just Aletta. Nothing else. Can you make sure there’s one thing I want done out of all of this? Make sure my little sister keeps the name ‘Louise Vienna Marie Blackwill’. Thats the only thing I want. Please.”

When the woman read the note, a small tear ran down her cheek. She was quick to write something down. When she showed it to me, I felt relieved. “I’ll make sure of it, Aletta. Even if it’s the last thing I do. Now, Alletta, I have an orphanage in London. I want you to come with me to London. I’ll take your sister, too, just so that you both don’t get separated. What do you say?”

I looked up into the woman’s eyes. I could only nod. I knew that this woman could be trustable, and that I could look for her for anything. She was no mother of mine, but she could be someone I trusted, which is more than enough for me.

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                                                                     Five  Years Later:

Every morning, I would wake up to the same thing: a deafening silence. I would wake up, think up something about my family that would make me smile, and then be licked to death by Britta, my black lab. Britta was my guide dog that I adopted as a pet about four years ago. Christina let me pick her out from an agency that had guide dogs. After that, I would head down to the dinner table with Britta by my side. I would meet Christina, and all the other girls at the orphanage.