My Story:Tears, One Direction, Anorexia

Chapter Twelve: New Start.

Chapter Twelve

Em's POV

I stared at this curly haired boy trying to remember him. I wish I could. I'm sitting here looking at him freak out. "What do you mean she doesn't remember me!? After all we've been through she doesn't remember? The tears, the laughs, nothing?" He grew quieter. "Em? Em please say something." "I-I'm sor-sorry." I stuttered. "If I could, I would. I promise." "It's okay. We'll get through this." He said crying. "Can we please have a minute alone?" Curly asked. The doctor walked out and I have thousands of thoughts running through my head. "What's your name?" I asked. He looked up at me broken. "Harry Styles." He said. "Why are you here and not my parents?" I said. Wait that sounded mean. "I didn't mean it like that. I love having your company but where are they?" I asked. "Uhm Em," "Please, it's Emily." "Okay, Emily. Your parents, uh, I don't know how to say this, your parents are dead, I'm sorry." "What do you mean they're dead?! My parents can't be dead!"

Knock Knock. "Come in." The doctor walked in with sympathy written all over his face. "Are my parents really dead?" I quietly asked. "Yes, I'm sorry." That's when I broke down. They really are gone. Wouldn't I remember something like that? "That's not why I'm here though. It's your aunt. She had a heart attack, she's also gone. I'm so sorry." And with that he walked out. "HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! WHY ME?!" I screamed crying. Harry walked over to me and cuddled with me. "Shh, it's okay. It's going to be alright. I'm here." "Who am I going to stay with, all my family is dead?" He didn't speak for a few minutes. But finally he said "Me." "But I can't remember you." "We can ask if there is anything we can do."

The doctor walked in and we asked if there is anything to bring my memory back. "We could try something, but it's not the best option." "Anything." I said. "It will be sending something through her blood stream to wake up her nervous system. It doesn't always work." "I want to at least try." I said. "Okay. Sir can I ask you to step out." "Can he please stay?" I said with teary eyes. "Just this once." He hooked me up to the IV and memories came flooding back. One in particular I tried so hard to forget.

I was twelve years old. At the park with my friends. I went to the bathroom and as I went to close the door someone's foot stopped it. A large man walked in. He threw me against the wall and duct taped my mouth. I tried to scream as he tore my pants down then tore my shirt off. He started to touch me everywhere. I tried to scream but I couldn't. "Shut up!" He screamed. "Where were you when your parents were killed? Huh? I bet you heard them scream too. It was magnificent wasn't it?" And with that he left me there, naked, broken. I sat down and cried.

I woke up crying to see Harry looking at me worried. "Harry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." "Y-you remember?" He asked. I gave a small smile and nodded my head. He ran up to me and hugged me. "Oh thank goodness." He looked into my eyes and said "Em I need to tell you something." "Call me Emily." I said. He smiled. "Okay Emily. I love you." I stared at him. Not knowing what to say. I just smiled. The doctor said we could leave once I signed the release papers since I now have no legal guardian. Harry had bought me some cloths to wear to leave in. He stepped out and I changed into my blue jean shorts and my Ed Sheeran crop top showing off my belly button ring I got for my 15th birthday. I actually smiled a little at how I looked. I gained weight while in the coma. I weigh about 90 pounds now and I look a lot better. Harry came in and smiled at me. "You look good" He said. "Thanks you." I smiled. We got to the car and sat in a comfortable silence for a minute. I looked at Harry. He looks so cute while concentrating. "Hey Harry." I said. "Yes?" He said. "I love you too." We both smiled. At a red light he leaned over and kissed me. Here is the start to a new life. A new life with Harry.

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~Marie