Broken- Louis Tomlinson fanfiction

Chapter 3

Ember's POV

This month has been boring. All I had on my mind was my past life. I was starting to get very stressed out, I just needed to talk to someone. I just wanted the voices in my head to stop. I probably sounded crazy. But it was no lie. My thoughts where eating me alive. Almost every night I have that nightmare of Ethen; my ex husband. I still don't know what's wrong with me. Why did I chose him to marry? Why couldn't I have been smart and made good decisions. Now that guy haunts my dreams.

Right now I was driving to my hometown. I made the decision the other day to go see my family. I wanted to make things right. And I hated living all alone in that apartment. I was slowly entering the neighborhood to my old home. As I drove around streets and houses, memories started flooding in. Mostly bad ones but, I managed to find some good ones in that brian of mine. I pulled up on the side street infront of my old house. I took a deep breath, not knowing if this was going to turn out bad or good. I hoped for the best as I knocked on the door nervously. The door opened and infront of me stood my mother. Her expression had immediately turned the opposite. She looked mad. Just as she was about to shove the door in my face I stopped her.

"Mom." I said

"Get out of here. I don't want to see you." She said sternly; making my heart break just a little.

"Mom please, Im sorry. I want to make things right with you and Dad." I practically begged

"Your father and I don't want to work anything out Ember. When I told you to leave I meant it." she says harshly. She wasn't my mother. She wouldn't say that would she?

"Mom-"

"No! Ember leave. Your not welcome in our lives now and won't be later on. Leave and never come back. We don't want you." And with that the door slammed closed. I stood there, astonished on what she said. She couldn't mean that? Who am I kidding. I can't convince myself that she still wants me. She obviously wants nothing to do with me. I walk back to my car, emotionless.

I try. I do. I'm trying to fix my life together. But no one wants me. No one. I started running to my car. I hopped in and drove home fast. I couldn't help but let tears fall down my face. My life was pointless. I drove and sobbed. My chest rising and falling harshly. I soon parked into my apartment building rushing up the stairs quickly. I pulled out my keys and struggling to open the door. I hear Louis' door open. I know he's looking at me strangely. I only talked to him once. He probably thinks Im some lunatic. Before he could say or do anything I opened my door and shutting it violently. I threw my coat and shoes off, whacking them across the floor. I ended up in my bathroom wiping of my tears that still came. I couldn't take the realization of it all. She told me to my face. She doesn't want me. I couldn't take it anymore. I don't want to live like this anymore. I can't take anymore nightmares, or thoughts, or living in a frayed life. I can't take it anymore! I can make it end. I can make it all end right now. I scramble through my drawers. Finding the right tool. My breath becoming more shaky, my eyes blurred. I was standing there. I closed my eyes. In just one minuet it can all end, I think. I let out a shaky breath.... Seconds later, I fell to the floor with a crash....

Louis' POV

There was a loud crash next door. I knew something wasn't right. She had always been up to something next door. I remember I was going to get my mail and I saw her ran fast to her door sobbing harshly. I was now more worried than ever. What could she have been doing? I left my apartment and went to hers

I knocked on her door. No answer. I knocked on it again. No answer. What was going on? Was she alright? My curiosity getting the best of me,

I opened her door. The room was empty and quiet. I stepped in her home looking around. No one was found in sight. But someone had to be here right? Her shoes and coat where sprawled on the floor. Her place was plain and there where still a couple card board boxes unpacked. The place was dull. I didn't know what to expect. She wasn't the jolliest person in the world. I could see that only the light source was the windows peaking open. I walked around. It felt weird wandering in her place. Her bedroom was empty, and so was her living room and kitchen. Where could she be. She had to be here. I heard something.

"Ember?" I called out. There was no answer. I found the bathroom door was shut, maybe she was in there. I knocked on her bathroom door. No answer. I opened it slowly. I gasped at what I saw.

She was there.

I fell to my knees at the sight. I didn't know what to think. What do I do? Her body was limp and small. I could see the blood from her laid on the floor. I ran to the kitchen, I couldn't bare to see her anymore. I snatched my phone from my pocket. Dialing the hospital and reporting the emergency right away. I looked back at the bathroom. I wanted to help so bad. What could I do? I don't know what to do. I ran a hand through my hair. A sing tear dropped from my eye. I can't look at this any more. What if she was gone? Why did she do this? It was obviously . She tried suicide. I could see the sharp blade inches from her right hand that laid on the floor from her damage. Why did she do this? Why?

I hear sirens from outside. I jump up and find the front door and see the paramedics coming from the staircase.

"She's in the bathroom!" I informed. They did as so and took her body from the floor. I covered my mouth and looked away disgusted. I couldn't see her like that. I had just saw her alive and breathing moments ago. How could it have lead to this? Another tear drop fell from my eye. This was crazy. Too crazy. I couldn't see this... When the paramedics got her down the stairs. There was a commotion out in the halls of the building wondering what had gone wrong. I left her house. I followed the ambulance to the hospital. I just needed to know she was okay. I needed to know that if she would survive that she had someone to rely on and someone to take care of her. When I got there I had to wait a while. They where working on her for quite a while. I sat there in the waiting room seat almost dozing off. Then they called her name.

"Ember Rose?" A nurse called out. I figured it was her. Her name was Ember.

"Um. Yes." I said standing up and meeting the nurse face to face. "How is she?"

"Shes fine. But she hasn't woken up yet. We gave her some medication so she should be up in an hour or so." I nod my head relived. I have no idea what I would have done if she died.

"Thank you. Im so relived." I say

"Okay. Well, may I ask are you family or friend to her? I was told you where her neighbor." she informed

"Um. Yes. Im her neighbor. I heard her and found her. And we have had a conversation before; she is aware of me." I explain truthfully.

"Okay. Because we informed her parents. But they told me that they weren't in-contact with her." she says while leading me through the halls of the hospital.

"Oh. So its alright if I stay for her?" I question.

"Of course. As long as your not a complete stranger."

"Thank you." I say

"Its no problem. And heres her room." she says opening the door to a room numbered 201. When we walk in I see Ember sleeping on the small hospital bed. Her eyes are shut peacefully. Even though she was so broken, she looked more beautiful than ever.

"You can sit on the couch until she wakes, and if you need anything push this button for service." she says pointing to the green button on a table near by.

"Thank you." I say

"It's no problem." she says and leaves the room. Now it was left to me and a sleeping Ember. I wasn't that smart in school but I remember the meaning of her name so well. It is the ash of a burned down fire. Ember. It fit her so well. I just knew it fit her so well. I looked at her again. Her left wrist has a long white cloth that was bandaged to her forearm. I could see on the heart monitor was beeping at a normal rate, signaling she was okay. But she wasn't okay emotionally. I knew that she couldn't hide it from me. I could here her scream in the middle of the night. I would hear her talking to herself sometimes, and playing slow music. I felt like I knew her. Yet I only had one conversation with her. Now I want to know her. I want to know everything about her that lead up to this.