“Come on please, get better.” Casey cried. “You’ve been in the same state for almost 3 years now. You missed your sweet sixteen and many other holidays. You’ve been missed too by your grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, uncles, aunts, and cousins, and the other girls too. Honestly, everybody is really noticing your absences. You’re always in a coma. I stopped counting, it takes away hope. You’re always… losing so much blood from… cutting and you’ve tried many other things too.” She sobbed, but then chuckled probably remembering something. “Remember when we were 12 and we’d always be crazy and we the funniest nicknames for each other.” She started crying harder. “P-p-please I-I-I’m begging you… get better. I’ll buy you all the Twizzlers and Foot Rollups you want.”
“There’s only more thing we can try.” The doctor said.
Everything got quiet, probably already outside discussing what they can do.
I was eventually pulled out from my slumber; I wish I could be there forever.
One of the nurses was unplugging all the wires connected to me. I tried to make a dash to the window, but another nurse held me back, that was one of my failed attempts before.
“You’re leaving.” The doctor said coming in, but before he got my hopes too high. “To live with someone else, he’ll try to make you better.” I didn’t say anything, just stared ahead; they were used to it though. “You’re not going to be in New York, you’re moving to London, your friend Casey told me you’ve always wanted to go there. All your stuff is already sent there. We’re sending a nurse with you, just in case things get out of hand.” That’s what they always thought, things will get out hand. “Your plane leaves in 1 hour, but you have to get there early for the airport. Here your mom sent you these clothes for you to change in.” He handed me a bag with clothes. I changed into the clothes and head outside. “This is your nurse, her name is Greta.” I said nothing, just studied her features. Her hair was light brown, yet had some whit hairs and her eyes were a brown color, much lighter than my seemingly black ones.
“Let’s go.” Greta said warmly. I obediently followed her outside.
The plane ride was long and I stared at the closed window that could, sadly, not be opened. When the plane landed I followed Greta outside. I looked at the crowded lobby and we found my name ‘Miranda Watts’ and went to a guy who was dressed in a black suit. “Sorry, Mr. Styles couldn’t come get you; he’s currently busy filling out some papers. He’ll be at the house shortly.” Again I didn’t say anything, just looked at him. I guessed that he got the message. We followed him outside and to a blue car. We drove through the streets of London, I stared at the city and we came to a halt it was in front a beautiful green lawn and a white marble house, which really appeared to be a mansion.
“I’m Fawn, your house maid.” A lady with a maid outfit greeted us. “Right this way to your room.” I followed her to a room that, like all doors, was white. The room inside was a light blue color with pink polka dots. I lay down on the large bed, looking at the ceiling. Then I heard a door open. “Is she here?” Then there was a knock at my door. “Let me check up on her first.” I heard Greta say and the door opened. “You may come in.”
I heard footsteps. “Hi.” I looked up to a boy, about eighteen or nineteen. He had brown hair and green eyes. “My name is Harry.” I stayed silent. “I’m guessing you don’t talk much. “I’ll stay with you until you get better. I just have to change. I’m the room to your right and Greta is in the room to your left. I’ll be right back.” I heard some rustling in the other room and then my door opened again and he came. “Do you mind if I come sit next you on the bed?” I shook my head knowing that he’ll eventually give and leave. He sat next to me. “I already told you my name. I’m nineteen and I sing.” While he was talking I dozed off thinking about my state for the past 3 years. That’s when I heard crying, it took me a while to realize that it was me. I felt warmth and realized that he had hugged me. I surprisingly didn’t push him away. “It’s okay. I’m here to help.”
Greta entered the room and looked at us quizzically and then smiled and left.
He looked outside and noticed that it was getting dark. “Well, I better leave and let you rest. I almost forgot how horrible jet lag can be.” Just as he said that I felt tired and nodding and shutting my eyes. I heard the door to my room close and everything was suddenly silent, just the way I want it to be. The monsters of the night then crept up on me and my poisonous mind came back. I thought of ways to end this. I thought of ways that could not fail like the ones in the past 3 years. It had to end. The voices in my head were getting louder and louder. I started pulling at my hair and screaming, IT HAD TO END. I was crying and screaming and pulling at my hair. I don’t want to stay much longer, everything would be much better without me. All the pain and all the troubles would go away. I would get away for the venomous world and my venomous mind. Everything would always be silent and quiet, everything would go away. Everybody would be happier. My screams and cries were getting louder and I didn’t care who heard me, I just everything to end. I guess they did hear because I had three people come into my room just as I put the very sharp razor to weak and skinny wrist. This can’t be another failed attempt it just can’t be. Just do it very quickly before they come anymore closer, my mind said. I agreed with my mind. My plan didn’t go accordingly, like always, the razor pulled out of my hand and taken far away from me. I tried to run toward it, but someone held me back by my waist. I fidgeted trying to get out of their grip, but the person was much stronger than me. That’s when everything came crashing down and I knew that my nightmare would not get any worse, but it will never get any better either. I cried and the person hugged me, I knew that hug. I felt motioning over to Greta to leave as he carefully put me in bed and lay down next to me. “This time I’m not leaving, I’m not giving up on you like everyone else did. You have a whole life in front of you and I’m not letting you end it. I promise. Just say that you want me to stay.”
That’s when I said my first word in 3 years. I don’t know why I trusted this stranger, but I did. “Stay.”
He looked at me and smiled. “I’ll stay.” Also the first time in 3 years I slept without the monsters of the night.
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Wings (Harry Styles)
FanfictionMirabelle was tired of life, stuck in between the four white walls of the rehab center, having tried too many ways to get out of her poisonous mind. Harry was tired of the media and everybody always following him around portraying him as a womanizer.
