Living With One Direction

Chapter Two

Living with One Direction

Chapter Two

I woke up in a chair with a killer headache. I saw a nurse talking to Amber.

"Look who's up." The nurse smiled warmly at me.

"What happened?" I asked, touching the back of my head, where it throbbed.

"You passed out." Amber said. That's when all the events came rushing back to me, I shook my head.

"No! It was a dream right?" I asked, desperately. Amber and the nurse exchanged glances. The nurse whispered something to Amber and she nodded.

"Um, Chloe, can I talk to you?" Amber asked. I nodded and we walked out the door.

"Do you remember what happened a few hours ago?" she asked, sternly.

"Are they really gone?" I asked, hardly above a whisper.

Amber nodded slowly and I pulled her into a tight embrace and cried.

"Where do I go?" I sobbed, "What do I do?"

"Listen Chloe." Amber said, putting her hands on each side of my shoulders.

"I promise everything is going to be alright. It may seem really shitty right about now, but it will get better." She half smiled.

"Thanks." I sniffled.

"Do you have any living uncle or aunts? You could live with me if you wanted." She asked, turning her head to the side.

I thought about it for a minute before saying "Thanks Amber. But my mom has a brother."

"Great!" She half-smiled.

"I've never met him." I whispered. The grin on her face faded. "Is that all?"

"Well, yeah." I shrugged.

"What's his name?" She asked.

"Something Jordan." I said, staring off in space. A couple of minutes later, I said, "Hal."

"Like the superhero?" Amber slightly smiled, "I'll go tell the nurse."

We walked in silence back to the room. "Hey Shannon." She called. The nurse, whose name was obviously Shannon turned around.

"Hello Amber." She greeted warmly.

I looked behind her, she was starting on covering up the bodies. I winced and Amber wrapped her arm around me, comforting me.

"Chloe has an uncle named Hal Jordan."

"Hal Jordan." Shannon repeated, "Let me look that up."

She walked over to a computer, typed a bunch of things, and nodded her head. "Harold Owen Jordan. Brother of Kimberley Belle Jordan Davis."

She looked up at me to see if that was correct. I nodded my head. "He is currently living in Doncaster, England." She stated.

I quirked an eyebrow, "My uncle? Are you sure that it's my uncle?"

The nurse nodded, "I'm positive."

I snuck a glimpse at Amber. Her expression matched mine.

"So I might be moving to England?" I asked, blinking a few times. I turned back around and glanced into the room. The curtain was slightly opened, where I could see my father's feet underneath the blanket.

I needed to talk to him.

I walked back into the room where my father lays motionless. He was connected to a ventilator. I learned about this in high school. A brain dead person will never recover. My father is a vegetable. I know they're going to ask me if I want to pull the plug.