Behind Closed Doors (Liam Payne fanfiction)

Chapter 3- pool of blood

I slept in a chair in my parents hospital room for four nights. I didn't want to leave incase I missed them opening their eyes.

On the Friday, I went to the cafeteria to get some lunch. It would be my first meal in days. The hospital staff were worried about my weight loss and practically forced me to eat.

I went to the cafeteria and purchased a turkey sandwich and a Cola. I sat down at an empty table. Emotionless.

I ate half of one sandwich before I was full and drank the rest of my cola before dumping my scraps in the bin.

As I walked round the corner to get back to the hospital room, a bunch of doctors and nurses were running in my parents room. A million thoughts were running through my brain at that point.

I quickened my pace and opened the door to enter the now crowded room.

I could hear buzzing of machines as I was quickly pushed back out of the room.

"Im sorry miss, but you cannot come in right now." an old man wearing a blue uniform said to me.

"my parents are in there..." I whispered back, not managing to find the energy to speak with more volume.

"Im sorry miss." He said as he turned his back to me and closed the door behind him.

I leaned against the wall, sliding down and sitting on the cold floor. My hands covered my face as I sobbed loudly.

After about 2 hours I felt someone gently shake my shoulder. It was the same man. His forehead was sweating.

He held his hand out to help me get back up. I accepted his offer and he lookes me in the eyes.

"Im sorry, but your father was pronounced dead at 5:38pm."

I glanced at my watch which read 5:52.

my dad is dead? no, he can't be. I don't believe this man, why would I believe him, I dont even know him.

I barged through the door and looked at my fathers pale features as someone gently put a white sheet over him.

"NO!" I screamed as more tears fell down my face.

This can't be happening. Why me?

As I cried I heard the door opening. I turned to see Maisee. I ran up to my sister and held her tight as I cried on her shoulder. I honestly think that's the first time I've ever hugged my sister in my 17 years of life.

We stood, holding each other and crying.

2 days later, my mother joined him in Heaven.

My life was one that I wouldn't wish to my worst enemy. I loved my parents with all my heart and now they were...gone.

It was only me and maisee left.

We were jobless and somehow needed to get together enough money to pay the bills and take care of all the funeral costs.

A few days after my mums death, I went to a funeral organiser to figure out costs.

As I walked home to tell Maisee that we had to get £7,000 for funeral costs alone, I thought about my parents. Not a second went by without me thinking of them. I cried myself to sleep each and every night and I felt so lonely.

I walked through the front door and called on Maisee.

silence

that's strange.. You could usually hear her from a mile away.

I walked upstairs and noticed a post-it-note on the door of the bathroom door.

It read;

Cerys, I know we never got along very well, but I want you to know I love you and I always have.

I couldn't bear living my life with the guilt of what I put you through when we were kids, and now that mum and dad are gone.

I'm sorry. I love you.

-Maisee x

I opened the door and saw her. Lying there lifeless in a pool of blood.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and knelt beside her. I violently shook her shoulders, covering myself in Maisee's blood.

"WAKE UP!" I screamed at her.

I put my ear to her chest.... nothing.

My hands were trembled and my eyesight was blurred by tears as I struggled to call 999.

"Hello, ambulance please? I think my sister is dead" I cried into the phone.

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Will Maisee pull through or will she join the rest of the family in heaven?

Liam comes into the story soon so keep reading!

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thanks ily.

~KidrauhlPayne