Dark (A Louis Tomlinson story.)

Chapter 38- A New Life

LOUIS' POV

Amanda was rushed to the hospital right after she was hit. The doctors hooked her up to all kind of machines, but they wouldn't let me visit her. They told me she needed space right now and that I would be able to visit her tomorrow. They told me she was in some sort of serious coma and they didn't know when she would wake up, if she would wake up.

I just sat in the waiting room, waiting and waiting to visit her, I needed to see her. But when I finally went into her room, I wish I didn't. She had bruises and cuts and broken bones. Amanda didn't look like herself, she looked terrible. She looked lifeless. Instead of the usual smile that was spread across her face, a frown tugged at her lips. She didn't move unless someone moved her themselves. I would often kiss her lips praying somehow she would kiss me back, but she never did.

After a few months of waiting for her to wake up, after a few months of uncontrollable tears, the doctors told me it was useless. They told me she wouldn't be waking up, they told me I should just leave and forget about her. I tried to forget about her but its hard to forget about the one you love. It's hard to forget about the one you wanted to spend the rest of your time with.

I spent those months almost all alone except for when Niall came to visit her. He would often leave her flowers and balloons but I didn't see the point of that, I rather just be by her side when she woke up. The doctors begged me to leave during the night, they begged me to go home and forget about her, move on with my life, but I couldn't. She was my life.

When the doctors had finally made me go home and stay home I still couldn't forget about her. It was like everywhere I looked in my house reminded me somehow of her. I spent my nights crying myself to sleep and I spent my mornings laying in bed crying. I would often wake up and reach over to the other side of my bed, reaching for Amanda but she was never there.

Although Harry and I never really got along, he tried to help me forget about her as he tried too. One day he dragged me to go get coffee with him considering I would rarely leave my house. I was miserable, I had never been this upset. At that coffee shop is when I first saw Eleanor. Harry ended up getting Eleanor to go on a date with me. She wasn't like Amanda but she did help me forget about her.

Eleanor and I became really good friends and we soon started dating. A few months after dating her I didn't think about Amanda anymore but I didn't exactly forget her. Eleanor and I were practically inseparable. I thanked Amanda for teaching me not to be so protective because Eleanor would get mad at me for being overprotective of her.

El helped me learn to control my anger, something I always had a problem with when I was with Amanda. Eleanor just helped me get through a lot of things, she was always there for me when I needed her and I was there for her when she needed me.

I lost contact with Harry, Niall, and Josh which I didn't mind because they'd only remind me of Amanda. It has been about a year since I started dating Eleanor and my life is going well. I have a new girlfriend, new friends, a new attitude, my whole life is different. I liked my new life, I didn't want anything to change, I thought my life was perfect and I was happy.

Zayn and Liam had changed, they didn't go after Eleanor or anybody else. I guess they kind of gave up their bad ways. I would often see them walking down the street and I'd stop to talk them. They were nice but I never really get close to them, I didn't completely trust them, I didn't want them doing anything to Eleanor.

A few months ago people started asking me if I'd seen Amanda. I thought it was weird because I've never known a different Amanda. The conversations with people that asked me that question were always the same.

"Have you seen Amanda?" They would ask.

"You mean the one that was in a coma?" I would ask.

"Yeah, that one," they'd reply.

"Um, I saw her in the hospital when she was in a coma," I'd reply.

"Oh, I guess I'll ask someone else," they'd say and walk away.

I never asked why they were asking people where she was, she never woke up. I know that because the doctors had told me she wouldn't be waking up and if she did they would call me and tell me but they never did. I started thinking that people were talking about a different Amanda and that she was in a coma as well, I mean I guess the chances of that were slim but what else was I supposed to think?

I would often see Harry, Niall, and Josh walking down the street but I never stopped to talk to them. I didn't want to talk to them. We weren't friends and they just reminded me of Amanda.

Sometimes I would hear two people singing in the park and one playing the guitar. I swear the boy's voice was Harry and the girl's voice was Amanda but I wouldn't go look, I knew I'd just be disappointed to know it wasn't her singing. The thing that was weird to me was that they were singing Amanda's favorite song Same Mistakes.

I swear some people were trying to remind me of Amanda. I swear people were trying to make me think she was alive. I swear people were trying to make me sad again by making me think about her. I swear people thought she was alive.

(A/N: This is not the ending of the book, I have an idea that is going to happen in the next chapter. I'm not sure if it's going to make you hate me or love me...)