Safe outside - A The Script fanfic

Chapter 1

 Hi, I'm Olivia and I live in Sweden (so please forgive my english). I'm a big fan of The Script (and more) and I thought I might write a fanfic about them, mainly Danny O'donoghue. I've had this idea for a while so I guess I should write it down. Hope you guys like it!

Prolog, eleven years ago.

I'm sitting in the backseat of our car listening to a audio book on the car radio. My dad is driving and my mum is sitting in the passenger seat. We have been on a vacation to the sea and are on our way home. I look out the window and into the black night. The wet asphalt is glowing in the light from the lampposts and the rain patters on the window. But inside the car it's warm and cozy, I'm all snuggled up with my favourite teddybear and I'm just about to fall asleep when the car turn left and my stomach drops. I hear my dad shout and the cars tiers sliding with a shriek. Then I hear a massive crash and everything turns black. I hear my mum crying out my name, but then her voice slowly fades away... I see flashing lights and hear man voices. Someone lifts me up, and then it all turn black again.

Chapter 1

I run out the door and slam it close behind me. I run down the path and out the gate. Then I cross the street and run, run, run. I don't care where I run or the fact that it soon feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I can't stop running, leaving the things behind me. I wish I could run away from my problems, that I would run so fast that I would start to fly, but I can't. I don't care about the people staring  and soon I'm far away from my house. My thoughts are spinning around in my head. I get flashbacks, both from just an hour ago and from that night eleven years ago. Now my tears are streaming down my face and I can't see through them, so I slow down to jogging, that turns into walking that turns into me sitting against a grey concrete wall before I fall down lying on the ground with my knees pulled up to my chest. It's freezing cold and snow start to fall, and I want to get up but can't. My entire body hurt so bad and my heart is shattering. It's dark and I don't even bother trying to wipe the tears off my face. It dosen't matter anymore. I see no reason in getting up. I don't care if I die now, there is nothing to get back to anyways. I close my eyes and let go.

A couple of arms are wrapped around me and they lift me up but I barley notice. Suddenly the wind disappeare and instead of asphalt I feel something softer under my body. Then it turns black again.

I wake up and the first thing I notice is that I'm warm. Or at least not freezing. I look around and see that I'm in the backseat of a car. My mind goes back to the night of my parents death and I sit up fast and the panic flies over me. I scream, I'm back. I'm back to that night and now I'm going to die as well. I was never meant to live. But then I hear a voice and a couple of arms wrap around me from the back. The voice is whispering  in my ear.

"Hush, hush it's okay, you'll be fine, it's fine, calm down, you're safe..." I turn around and look into a couple of dark brown eyes. His words have calmed me down and now, when the panic is gone, tears start filling my eyes. He is stroking my hair and I lie back and let him hug me. I don't know who he is but I do know that his voice made me feel safe and home in a way that I haven't in a very long time. And  guess you hold on to that.

So, tell me what you think and follow if you liked it:)