Broken (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Lies

Grace's POV:

 "Okay, enough about me. I want to know about you now. What have you been doing for the past 9 months?" Louis queered.

 I gulped.

 I fumbled my fingers, and slummed by head down. 

 "Just the usual, Lou. Nothing as exciting as what your doing anyway. Anyways, what's it like in America? I hear it's brilliant." I rambled.

 Louis' eyebrows creased into a frown. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you alright Grace?" 

 I rolled my eye's. "I'm fine Louis. I just want to know what you've been up to. I don't get to talk to a world famous celebrity everyday, do I?" I grinned at him.

 He gave a cheeky smirk back, and continued to talk about the USA leg of the tour.

 "What have you been doing for the past 9 months?" 

 Louis' voice echoed in my mind.

 If only he knew what I'd been doing.

 4 months ago, I got admitted into a rehabilitation hospital for two weeks. I was at work, and my co-worker found me in the bathroom with my arms nearly drained of blood. I was immediately rushed to hospital and stitched up. The doctors figured that I wasn't 'stable' and sent me to a hospital for the mentally insane.

 In all honesty, I wasn't insane. I just needed somebody to catch me when I fell, but I would always fall straight onto the cold hard ground.

 My parents know about my little 'incident', but I made them vow to never tell Louis. I wouldn't want him to worry. My parent's don't really have as much of an interest in me as much as Louis, so they just shrugged the whole thing off.

 The doctors and nurses released me after two weeks, as I was apparently 'fixed' from all the madness.

 But a few therapy sessions was near to impossible to fix my delusional mind. I'm still battling with my mind everyday, and I don't think anybody could fix that.

 "Grace? Are you even listening?" Louis queered, waving his hand in front of my face.

 I flickered my eyes back to him, "I'm sorry, Louis. I was just thinking about something."

 He placed his hand on my knee with concern. He brought his fingers to my chin and gently moved it directly into his eyes. "Are you alright, Gracie?" 

 I almost choked on a sob. He doesn't deserve me as a sister.

 "What's wrong?" He scooted closer to me.

 "Nothing," I lied. Everything, my mind screamed for help as a tear rolled silently down my cheek.

 "Are you sure you're okay?"

 "Trust me, it's nothing. I'm just tired."

 I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of crying. I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying

 Louis' POV:

 I watched slowly as I watched my younger sister move to the other side of the bed and pull the covers over her head.

 My eyebrows turned into a frown. Was it something I did? Something I said?

 Ever since I walked into this house today, I could tell that the atmosphere was different.

 Not only had her appearance changed completely, but her entire personality. The Grace I knew was immune to makeup. She would always call it a 'waste of time', but when I walked in today her face was completely renovated with makeup.

 Her clothing style was usually soft and innocent, usually consisting of shade's of pink with her hair tied back. I got hit with shock when I saw it all curled up with a whole new grunge wardrobe.

 Looking around her room I see black ornaments that I've never noticed before with small engravings imprinted on them. I made a mental note to look at them later.

 I took one quick glance back at my sister and frowned.

 My sister had changed, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

 She's up to something, and I'll do whatever I can to find out.

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Sorry it took ages to update! This chapter wasn't even very good, mostly a filler, but I promise that I'll update within the next 2 weeks! Homework has been a bitch lately.

 Next few updates should be better I hope. This wasn't edited so sorry for mistakes.

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 -Chloe, xoxoo.