Chapter Sixteen

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I ran down the stairs out of pure excitement as I heard my doorbell ring. I smiled as I saw Luke standing in a surprisingly, nice outfit. It was different not seeing him in ripped black jeans and some type of band t-shirt, but it was nice.

"Hi beautiful." He smiled, giving me a kiss and taking my hand. "Are you excited?"

"I would be." I laughed. "But I don't know what we're doing."

"It's still a surprise."

"Why?"

"Because you deserve a surprise." He mumbled bluntly, starting up his car.

I could tell he was upset, and I'm assuming it was because Michael had told him about Calum. It was a stupid reason to be mad, but honestly I understood why he was upset. Even though he shouldn't be because he did the same to Calum so, none of this made sense.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him as the car came to a halt.

"What do you mean?"

"Somethings wrong, what is it?"

"Nothing." He muttered, pressing the gas harder than before. "Nothing's wrong."

"Luke seriously."

"Nothing's wrong!" He yelled as I felt his car begin to swerve. I closed my eyes and clenched onto the door handle as the car began to spin and my mind began to blur. I felt Luke reach for my hand as I started screaming, afraid that this was my ending.

After what felt like forever, we stopped spinning. I felt the thick strap from the seatbelt pressing against my neck as I struggled to release myself.

"Chelsea?" I heard Luke ask in a panicked manner. "Are you okay?"

I grunted an inaudible yes to him since I was so shaken up. I felt tears rush to my eyes even though I wasn't even hurt, I was just in shock.

"I think something's wrong with me." Luke cried as I heard sirens begin to blare in the back of my head. I heard screaming from outside of Luke and I's confined space, and I really just wish I knew what was going on. Because in that moment I was unsure of everything. I couldn't think clearly, and I certainly couldn't move. Not like that, I knew I wasn't paralyzed or anything, I just couldn't imagine what was happening on the outside of this little world.

I heard saw-like machines cutting through the car as it vibrated from the reaction of the two metals touching. I gasped as I once again saw sunlight and began to breathe the fresh air. I didn't feel so confined anymore, and I felt my body being pulled up as the grasp between Luke and I's hands were undone.

"Is he dead?" I asked nervously in fear of their answer.

"He's fine. Do you remember anything? Do you know who hit who?"

"No." I mumbled as I felt my eyelids fluttering. "I'm okay though, I promise."

"He is okay too." The paramedic smiled at me as she pushed the gurney along the road.

I couldn't really recall what was flowing through my mind, all I wanted to know was if Luke was safe. I know the paramedic had mentioned it, but I didn't trust her answer at all. They asked me to stay awake the whole time I was in the ambulance, and it was hard to at first since I really just wanted to sleep, but I pushed through it in order to please them. I felt my cheeks swelling, making it impossible to talk, the neck brace not helping at all, but every time I was asked a question I'd just mutter something stupid.

"We're here." The man smiled, preparing the gurney to wheel out. As he took me along the halls of the hospital, a nurse joined him and began to fill him in on the whole situation. I closed my eyes and listened, since she had such a soothing tone to her voice.

"So it was this young woman and another teenager, their ages are unknown yet, they were hit by another car, with another teenager inside."

"Have they identified any of them?"

"Yes sir." She said hurriedly. "The two teens together, Chelsea Ziranda, and Luke Hemmings."

"And the other car?"

"Calum Hood."

Hearing that name fall from her lips made my heart shatter into a million pieces. I felt tears rush to my eyes as they remained close, in fear of breaking down into a mess.

"Who's at fault?" He asked, making the nurse flip through her papers.

"A red Camry. Not much information- Oh wait, the owner is Luke Hemmings."

It was Luke's fault? The way he was driving so erratically made me nervous, but I never thought it would escalate to something like this.

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I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beeping in the left side of my ear. I opened my eyes to see a white curtain on every angle, all but one wall was covered. There I saw Luke, his lip swollen, his lip ring had been taken out, and I've never seen him look so miserable. I heard the curtain draw back, as I turned my head forward, and was greeted by a nurse.

"Don't turn your head so much darling. It strains your neck."

"Sorry." I slurred. My head felt cloudy, and none of this felt realistic to me at all.

I kept my eye set on who was in front of me, they looked strangely familiar, but I couldn't confirm who it was since their head was tilted further back, and there was an arm sling hanging from the ceiling in front of them.

"Wait." I mumbled. "Who is that?"

"Calum Hood. Victim of a car accident."

"Leave the curtain open." I demanded. "I want to see him."

She did as I asked, giving me a strange look before she walked away. I attempted to make noise to awake Luke or Calum, at this point I didn't care, I just didn't want to be alone anymore.

The two men that I've ever loved, with me in one room. They hadn't spoken for months, yet now they would be forced to. If only one of them would wake up. Maybe this was fate, and maybe this was supposed to bring them back together, you know, for their band. But then again, I was the one who separated that, and because of that I was sorry. But the reason we're all here wasn't my fault, it wasn't anyone's fault. It was just the way things were supposed to happen.

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Long time no update. Sorry about that, the month of April is crazy for me. I just had ASB campaigns, I didn't win President, a girl that doesn't do anything in ASB (but is in band so a lot of people voted for her, plus she and her friend spread rumors about me to make people not like me) did, but I'm alright. Next week are Cheer tryouts, and I'm stressing out because I have to memorize an Alma Mater, and I waited until now to. FML. but yeah, April has been crazy.

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