Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Alive

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I feel physically sick. Why him? Why now? I thought I’d got over it, but no, he just has to come crashing back into my life-quite literally. I am never going to be able to get over it, am I? I guess I will just have to live with it, in the hope that maybe one day I will get over it. I probably only have myself to blame.

Tears fall continuously down my face as I make an attempt to wipe them away. However, they just fall faster, the closer I become to Danielle’s headstone. Guilt rushes over me like a tsunami, filling every crack in my withered soul. This is entirely my fault. It is now that the bile rises through my throat, as I lean against an old chestnut tree, disguising my worries in a horrid liquid. My nostrils flare as the stench of the vile substance hovers under my nose. I have to get away. I have to escape. But I can’t leave Danielle. Not again. She must hate me already, or at least she would-if she were still here.

Tears blur my vision, my head starts to pound. I feel light headed. Faint. I reach Danielle just in time to steady myself on her headstone; although, I don’t manage for long. I fall into a pile on the ground, just as my vision goes from blurred to back.

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I wake up in a strange bed, angels over my head, one of them is shouting ‘CLEAR’. A thousand bolts of lightning bring me back to life and it’s a miracle that I’m still here. What happened? Why am I here? Where is here? A shrill beep fills my ears. Is that? Am I-? In hospital? How did I get here? My eyelids flutter open, only to close again in reaction to the blinding, bright light. I hear a voice, a kind voice, a woman’s voice. I recognise it; can it be? Surely, not.

‘Ellowyn?’ The voice calls, laced in pain, fear, heartbreak. ‘Ellowyn, honey, can you hear me?’ I know, for sure, that it is her. The woman I walked out on ten years ago; the woman that made me who I am; the woman that I was too scared to face again, but now I am petrified. Why is she here? Will she forgive me? The continuous beeping fastens its pace, to match the increasing speed of my beating heart. I only manage to respond with a dry whisper, my throat soaring with pain.

‘M-’ I begin, only to be interrupted by the sound of her voice. I can hear the tears in the way she speaks.

‘You’re awake!’ She exclaims, engulfing me in a death grip hug. Jesus, I have missed this.

‘Mum, wha-’ I begin, swallowing the lump in my throat as I manage to open my eyes, to be welcomed by a pair of bright green sparkling ones, glazed over with tears. I gather enough strength to ask the question I so desperately need the answer to. ‘What happened?’

‘You have been ‘in a comatose state’ since about Monday morning.’ Okay, this means absolutely nothing to me.

‘What day is it today?’ I manage to croak out, coughing throughout. My mother passes me a drink of water and helps me to take a few refreshing sips, before returning the half pint glass to the bedside cabinet.

‘Today is Thursday.’ Wow. I have been like this for nearly four days, I think aloud. ‘Thursday evening.’ She adds. Okay so it has been over four days.  Tears begin to fall from my mother’s emerald eyes. ‘When the machine stopped I-I couldn’t leave. I have found you again and I just couldn’t fathom the idea of you leaving again; this time for good.’ The tears are full-on flowing now, from both our eyes.

‘I couldn’t either. I’m so sorry; I should never have just left you like that! I mean I didn’t even send you any birthday Welsh Cakes.’ She smiles widely at my last statement, eyes full of remembrance. It was our little tradition, giving each other Welsh Cakes on our birthdays. That was something I had missed, I even ordered them online, but I could never bring myself to get them delivered to her address.  ‘How-how did I get here?’ I ask, after a moment or two’s silence, filled with memories, which seemed to last a lifetime.

‘Look, this may sound strange and crazy, but I found you. After I saw your audition on The Voice, I came straight to London: to that exact spot where it had shown you busking. I couldn’t find you, so I asked one of the people that were busking there. What was here name? Marie, or Mary or something. Anyway, I asked her about you and explained who I am. So she said that she would take me to your house, but you weren’t there. I walked around for miles looking for you. And after ages, I was beginning to give up. I started making my way back to your house and got lost. That was when I saw you bump into some tall, dark-haired feller. Was that who I think it was?’  My mum can really talk for England, and Ireland, and Scotland, and Wales. I simply nod at her, edging her to continue, an amused smile playing on my face. ‘And I have to ask,’ She pauses, letting out a defeated sigh, ‘who was Danielle?’ The grin tugging at my lips instantly let go, leaving me with nothing but a shocked, scared and slightly startled look in its place.

Once again my mother sighs, steering the subject away from my secret daughter. ‘Did anything happen when, you know, you went into cardiac arrest?’ Again, a slightly startled look inks itself onto my face. Although, this time I disguise it just in time to answer the question, an expecting glare directed at me by my mother. I gather up all my thoughts. My mother is a keen believer in some kind of afterlife. What I am about to say will rip her to shreds, but I cannot lie to her, not anymore.

‘No, I didn’t pray to God; I never saw ‘the light’. No, I didn’t watch my life go flashing right before my eyes. I didn’t do the things that they all said that I would do. I just closed my eyes and all I saw was, well, you know who.’ Looking slightly relieved, my mother smiles at me, rather suspiciously.

‘Right, so he was your almost-final thought then, not me.’ She says, her voice doused in amusement, but I can still sense the hurt there, somewhere, deep down.

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A/N: Hey! So, thank you for reading and please let me know what you think. It took me ages to write this, so I hope it was worth it. The song for this chapter is Alive by Bo Bruce. I love that song, hence the lyric mentions, if you recognised them ;) I am thinking of making a never cover for this, so look out ;D

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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