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After a few minutes I got a phone call.
"Are you Miss Auborn?" The woman asked in a sad tone of voice. Who was this?
"Yes. I am but do you mind me asking who this is." I replied with a shake in my voice.
"I am Lila. Lila Williams. I am calling from the hospital..."
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"Why are you calling from the hospital? You must have have the wrong person." I was scared. Why was the hospital calling.
"No, I am sure I have the right person. I am calling about your family. They are in hospital..." I was speechless. My family, in hospital. I have already lost my real mum and now I might loose my other one. I love my life (note the sarcasm).
"Which hospital is it? I will be there in a few minutes." I said to Lila, my heart was pounding so fast that I think I'd have a heart attack.
"Lincoln." Lila replied.
"Lincoln! How did they end up there? We are in Doncaster!" I shouted. I was annoyed because they went all the way to Lincoln and didn't tell me. "Anyway, I'll be there as soon as possible. Thankyou Lila."
"My pleasure." She said with a happy tone. I wouldn't mind that girl being my friend. She seemed nice but if she worked in a hospital who knows how old she is? She could be in her mid 50's.
I ran down the stairs almost tripping. I would be so freaked out if I ended up in hospital aswell.
I grabbed my black coat and shoved on a pair of converse. I couldn't drive (yet) so I had to take the bus. Good for me. Not!
Service busses were always late and because there were hardly any taxis in Donny that was my only choice.
I paid my fee and sat down on an empty row. I couldn't speak to anyone right now. My happiness, or what I had left of it, was in stake.
There was gum on my seat. It was probably there from typical teenagers. Not saying I am not a typical teenager but would you count a girl who hates everything to do with makeup or dresses as normal?
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I hopped of the bus and ran as fast as my long, thin legs would let me. It was lucky that there was a bus stop at the hospital. My mum used to work at this hospital before she passed away. I was even born here. Yellowbelly* in the building!
*If you don't know what a yellowbelly is then heres the info - It is someone who was born in Lincolnshire. I am a Yellowbelly in real, don't judge me!*
The doors opened automatically which was lucky. I made my way to reception to make a booking to see my family.
"Name please." the girl asked me.
"Steph. Steph Auborns." I replied in a James Bond tone.
"Thankyou. I'm Lila. I talked to you on the phone. Your family is in room 132. Have a nice visit." She said in an encouraging voice. I could tell that she was being sarcastic. I should know since I am the queen of sarcasticnessness.
"A nice visit? Really? Anyway, thankyou Lila. No offence but I pictured you to be older than you are. How old are you?" I asked going completely going off track.
"19 and still young. I like the fact that your parents might be in serious pain and we are just discussing ages." She replied with a smirk.
"Yeah. I better be going. Text me sometime?" I questioned hoping for a positive answer.
"Kik me instead? My user is LilaOsmBoots. No reason why, I just like the name." She smiled.
"Okay. I better be finding room 132. Kik you later." I smirked at Lila.
132...132...132...
I couldn't find it so I decided to ask someone. They pointed around the corner. I am so stupid.
I knocked on the door, nothing. I knocked again, still nothing. I decided that no one would answer soon so I just went in. Thats when I saw it, cuts, bruises and blood everywhere.
"I think I'm going to be sick." I stated, turning emerald green in the face.
"Please don't," a deep voice said. It shocked me so much I nearly had a heart attack (for the second time today.)
"You scared me. I never get scared. Who are you and what powers do you have?" I questioned, yes, I read alot of comics, got a problem with that?
"Very funny but are you sure you want to be joking around in here?" he asked.
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