Hopeless - The sequel to Breathless. A Janoskians fanfic.

1. "Wake up Melbourne Angel."

This is the first chapter of my sequel to Breathless as its been requested.

Thank you so much for reading Breathless and if you haven't here is the link, 

http://www.wattpad.com/story/5361917-breathless-a-janoskians-fanfic-strong-sexual

I suggest you read it before you read this, most of it won't make sense otherwise. 

So enjoy, comment and vote please. You're all amazing. 

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 Isla's POV - 

*flashback*

"You can't save yourself Isla, it has to be someone else. Dead or alive." Ryder was standing behind me now, pulling my soul away from my own body. His hand reached for my wrist and I felt tears falling down my face, they burnt my skin and I gasped. "The dead can't cry, you're still conscious, but only just, that's why your tears sting." he explained. "You've got minutes to live." he pulled me up by my wrists and suddenly the whole world went black.

*end of flashback*

That night was the worst night of my life, But luckily I'd been saved, by Ryder of all people. The words "You can't save yourself Isla, it has to be someone else. Dead or alive" still haunted me to this day. Ryder had pulled my soul away from my body, intending on me dying and being with him in the 'afterlife' forever. I could still see my lifeless body on the floor, I knew I was going to die anyway and I felt myself following Ryder away from the world. The tears scarred my cheeks, and Ryder could see how unhappy I was, "you don't love me anymore, do you?" he questioned me, looking sad, an emotion I'd never seen in him. I tried to convince him that I did, that I'd stay with him but to my surprise he led me back over to my body. "Isla, I really did love you, I took my own life, I can't take yours as well, I know how much it hurts." he whispered and the bright lights returned.

I'd woken up four months later in hospital, alone. My skull had been severely fractured and I'd lost a lot of blood but luckily my brain was unharmed and only a few bruises remained. Doctors had been unsure as to weather I'd ever wake up, they didn't know why I hadn't regained consciousness, or why I wasn't responding, but they'd told me it was a miracle I was alive. An old couple named Grace and Charlie had found me lying between the rocks as they walked their dog, if they have found me five minutes later, I'd have died. I laid in that hospital bed for a week, no one visited me, no one contacted me or the hospital to check on me, not even my own mother. The Doctors said my mother had only visited once right at the beginning, a girl with red hair and another with blonde hair had been by my bedside constantly for the first week, Sierra and Addie. One month into my coma five guys had been in, one stayed by my side for two weeks until the visits became less frequent and suddenly two months into my coma they stopped all together.

It hurt hearing that, it hurt to think that none of my 'friends' cared that much about me, but I'd been unconscious for 1/3 of a year, they had their own lives I guess. A news reporter had interviewed me earlier this morning and I was exhausted but I had to make my own way home from the hospital, I hadn't felt fresh air for months and being outside in the open scared me. The only clothes I had with me were Skip's old joggers and blue hoodie, it was summer now and I was boiling but there wasn't anything I could do until I got home. I'd lost a lot of weight and the clothes were practically falling off my tiny frame as I bundled myself into a taxi. Luckily I had my purse, my phone and some other items in the bag I'd arrived at the hospital with. I felt more alone than I'd ever felt before as I sat silently in the back of the taxi. I stepped out and stood in front of my house, it looked completely deserted, there were bunches of dead flowers stacked up at the gate, messages such as "Get well soon" and "wake up Melbourne Angel." scrawled across them. They were from people I didn't even know.

I stepped through the front door, although the temperature was high outside, there was a chill throughout the whole house and it sent a shiver down my spine. "mum?" I called out, there was no reply. I picked all the letters and papers up that had been posted through the letter box and carried them over to the sofa. Pictures of my lifeless body in the hospital bed were plastered all over the front of papers, headlines like "How much longer can our Melbourne Angel survive." followed by discussions of turning off my life support machine. I hadn't realised how damaged I was until this moment. I quickly discarded the news papers and flicked through the letter, bills, shopping magazines and leaflets fell to the floor as I threw them and then I came across an envelope with my name on it. I ripped it open and saw my mum's hand writing.

Dearest Isla,  

Angel, if you're reading this, I am so proud of you, for staying strong and beating all of the odds against you. First of all I just want to apologise for not being there, I'm not strong like you and I couldn't watch my little girl struggling for her life in hospital, I know this makes me a bad, selfish mother and I don't expect you to forgive me. I've gone home, to England, to be with your grandparents, Melbourne holds too many bad memories and I just can't stay. If you decide to come back here to be with us, then I will be over the mood, but if not, the house is yours, consider it your 20th birthday present darling. I understand you must feel hurt, but you'll always have your friends to support you.

I love you Isla, my Angel. x

I could see that her tears had smudged the letter as she wrote it, but I didn't care, she'd abandoned me, just as my father had. The time I needed her the most, she had just packed up and gone, as for those so called 'friends' they were no where to be seen either. I plugged my phone into the charger, waiting for some sign of contact from someone, I was desperate for a shoulder to cry on. I had 134 messages.

From Sierra x 

I'm sorry Lala, I love you but I can't do this anymore. Please wake up! x

From Addie x  

Skip needs you, please wake up Isla, we miss you. x

From Skip x 

Isla, I love you, I'm sorry for doing this to you, I need you, please be okay, I'm praying for you, always. x

From Beau 

Hurry home Isla x

From Luke 

Wake up my beautiful best friend, we miss you Angel. Luke, Jai and James x

They were all dated the day doctors said I had my last visit from a large group of people, obviously they'd all agreed on spending one last day with me and giving up hope. The other messages were from the last person I suspected, Benji. He had text me every single day I was in that hospital, sometimes more than once. He had left messages like "Isla, please wake up beautiful.", "I miss you, more than you'll ever know." and "I need to tell you how I feel, you lease wake up, for me!" what did he mean tell me how he felt? Suddenly my phone vibrated in my hand.

From Benji  

I'm never going to give up hope on you Isla, I know you can pull through this, I now you can make it. x

To Benji  

I'm awake and I'm home. Thank you, you're the only person to have stuck by me Benji x