CHAPTER 1) HANNA HAS IT ALL?
Black. Black is all I see. I can hear distant voices, but they sound to far away. I try to speak. Nothing comes out. 'Oh my god, I did it.'. I'm dead. If this is heaven, it sucks. Its only black, with faint voices. I can't feel my limbs, or anything for a matter of fact. I'm numb. Oh wait, no I'm not. My eyes seem to be slowly opening. I push every ounce of energy into opening my eyes. I can see slits of light. I'm NOT dead. My eyes open fully, and a rush of white lights enter my eyes. All I see is white now. White blankets, white sheets, white tile, white walls, white curtains, white pillows.
"She''s awake!" I hear a nurse scream from the end of the room. Yes, I am awake. I was really hoping I wouldn't remember anything from before I went to sleep, but I remember everything. "Hi, Hanna. I've been your nurse for the past three days, but you wouldn't know that." She giggles slightly. She's real young looking. About 22. Long blond hair pulled back into a bun. Her makeup is non-existent but she's still beautiful. "How are you feeling? We are going to need to run some tests, then -" I tune her out after that. This is what I was dreading. The questions that follow an attempt. An Attempt at death. Yes, I tried to commit suicide. I didn't except to fail. "Hanna? did you catch all that?" She looks at me and I nod my head. Honestly, I am just hungry.
"Is there any food in here? I'm starving." I look at her with a puzzled expression on my face. She cocked her head to the left and smiled at me.
"Of course. If you're up to walking I can take you there. Otherwise I can push you in a wheelchair, or bring you back some food. If I had been in a coma for three days I'd be pretty starved too." She spoke softly.
"May I go by myself? If you tell me where it is, I can go." I was really hoping she'd say yes, even though i knew it would be a no. Nobody is going to want me alone for along time. Then I felt a thobbing pain in my wrist. My arm was bandaged from the elbow down.
We sat in silence as she pondered the question. " I guess you can go alone. Just hurry back. The doctor will be here to see you at 7." The words rolled off her lips slowly. I pushed myself off the bed in a dilatory manner. My feet hit the cold tile, and I thrusted myself upward. Oh jeez, I am really dizze. Its been awhile since Ive stood up. I got my balance, then headed to the door and down the hallway. I looked up at the signs so I knew where to go. I followed the signs as they directed me. They led me to an elevator bbecause the mess hall was on the first floor, and my room was on the fifth.
I pushed the down button on the outside of the elevator and waited. DIINNGG. The elevetor stopped at my floor. I had expected it to be empty, but to my surprise someone else was on the elevator. It was a boy. He looked about my age, 18-19. He had a dirty blond sort of color to it, and his face was flawless. He flashed me sort of a sad smile, as I was hesitent to get on. "I can take the next one." I said quickly, remembering the bandages on my wrist.
"No," His lulling voice spoke. The sound of his voice was beyond perfect. "You can stay, its fine." His soft spoken voice finished the sentence. I stepped into the elevator and stood next to him. I tried not to look at his gorgeous face because i could feel his eyes on me. He was definantly looking at me. then i heard him speak again, "I am Connor by the way. Connor Franta." \
"I'm Hanna. Nice to meet you." I smiled shyly at the ground. I have never ever been nervous around boys before. So why now? I grew up around boys, so talking to them comes naturally to me. But Connor has me completely tongue tied.
"I don't usually do this, but I am on my way out of here and was wondering if I could have your number?" He looked at me as if he were nervous too. Somehow I believed him when he said he didnt usually do this. So, I gave him my cell phone number and told him I'll talk to him as soon as I get out of here. I watched as he walked away. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore. I wasn't sad. My wrist didn't hurt. I wasn't in any pain. I was happy. Maybe this is my second shot at life and love.
I had never really expected to fall in love, althought everyone around me thought I would. You see, my parents are kind of wealthy... and when I say kind of, I mean extremely wealthy. I don't see much of either of my parents anymore. A couple of months ago my mom went completely insane and left my dad. My father didn't really know what to do about the whole situation, so he just kind of shut down. He only did, spoke, thought about business and how he could make more money. Which left me and my five brothers to fend for ourselves. It wasn't all bad being that my oldest brother, Riley is 22 and lives in our mansion estate in Minneapolis, Minnesota. All of the other brothers live at home as well, but Riley is in college so we expected him to want to live the dorm life. He did for a bit, until mom left dad. He came home to attempt and take care of us.
We all really need to be taken care of because we are all fifty shades of screwed up. Ill list my brothers and give you short descriptions of all of them, that way this won't get so confusing.
Riley Hazer- Age: 22. Height: 6'2". Relationship status: Taken. Description: Short black hair, tanned and toned skin, perfect smile.
Joshua Hazer: Age: 19. Height: 6'3". Relationship status: Single. Description: Long swoopy brunette hair, tanned and muscular skin, perfectly straight and whote teeth,
Alec Hazer: Age: 17. Height: 6'1" Relationship status: Single. Description: Jet black hair, styled up like Zayn Maliks quiff, skinny, but muscular.
Hanna Hazer (Me): Age: 17. Height: 5'10". Relationship status: Single. Description: Long black hair with natural waves, naturally tanned skin, really thin, thigh gap and all.
Caleb Hazer: Age: 16. Height: 5'10" Relationship status: Single. Description: Short brown hair, spiked upwards, a little thicker, but also extremely built.
Kody Hazer: Age: 13. Height: 5'6". Relationship status: Single. Description: Short black hair, spiked into a small mohawk, scrawny kid.
As you may have noticed Alec and I are the same age. Yes, he's my twin. Hes about 4 minutes older than me. And also you may have noticed I am tall, yes. I am. My parents forced me into modeling since I was a baby, but when I turned about 13 I actually really enjoy doing it. Something about all the attention being me, makes me happy...
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END OF CHAPTER ONE. ok sorry for some depressing stuff, itll get happier after youre introduced to all the girls. I promise. PLEASE LIKE VOTE FOR THIS, AND LEAVE COMMENTS, AND FOLLOW ME. OK THANK YOU.
