Still (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

My Story

Since I was little I was diagnosed with a life treating disease. My parents didn't want me. They practically threw me into an orphanage. This particular disease is rare and over the years I become more and more paralyzed. I lose my ability to move to do my own activities and to make it worse no parents want to adopt me.  They just walk past me looking at me in disgust. And I'm just sitting there not able to do anything. Not able to tell my story. Sometimes when I say hi to try and start a conversation to at least have a little hope. They give me a look and carry on walking looking back to only make me feel worse. Why could no one love me for who I was. Just because I'm different doesn't mean you have to hate me. The orphanage doesn't have to money to  give me hospital treatment but for some reason we had a huge donation by someone of the name Louis Tomlinson. The people of the orphanage used the money to put me into hospital for treatment and I hope I don't come out. The kids at the orphanage hate me like they always have. And hate is a strong word. They hate me  because all the money went for to me for my health. They said 'Whats the point in getting me to go their shes going to die anyway.' I believe them sometimes. But theres a problem even if I did want to kill myself I couldn't. My life really is a living hell! I probably wold die anyway. This disease is killing me. They say no treatment exist for this. This disease is killing my dreams. I wanted a loving husband and a family. But the way I'm going I don't think I'm going to live that long. And anyway what boy would love a depressed, paralyzed, sick ugly girl that wont live anyway. And before someone would love me I need to love myself. But I just can't do that. And everyday I'm in this hell hole of a hospital no one visits me. I'm so alone. And I see how happy people are even though they are dying to. But one day I was laying down like always and I had a visitor. But why... A tall boy came into my hospital room with a killing smile. He was handsome I must admit but why was he even here? He sat down in the chair next to me and was just smiling with his sparkling eyes. Why are you here? Who are you?. I was asking to many questions but i needed to know answers. Im Louis Tomlinson he said. I was shocked. This was the boy that had made the donation. Why was he here. Why was he making me feel weird. Why did he care. Why wasn't he like everyone else? These questions were passing through my head. My heart was racing, my skin was tingling, I was sweating. What the heck was I feeling.....