Not So Normal

Chapter 40

   Niall and I don't get to bed after the party until almost 4 in the morning, which sucks because we're leaving for the O2 at noon, so we're only going to get like 7 hours of sleep. I guess that's kind of a lot for being on tour, but for being at home it's not much.

   We get up at 11 and Niall makes me a fancy breakfast while I shower. While I stand under the stream of hot water I wonder what Niall's making. He wouldn't tell me exactly what he was making, just that it would be fancy. Which kind of worries me because Niall isn't the greatest cook on the planet. Oh well, nothing too bad could happen, I suppose.

   After I get out of the shower and get dressed I go downstairs to find Niall finishing a couple omlettes. No way. He made omlettes! I wonder what inspired him to make them; I've never told him how much I love omlettes.

   "You are seriously the best," I tell him, grabbing the carton of milk from the fridge. Niall grins and puts the omlettes on plates.

   "I didn't know you like omlettes so much," he says. I just shrug.

   "I just love a lot of food, so sometimes some of my favorites just slip out of mind."

   We eat breakfast in mostly silence, and when we're done I insist on doing the dishes while Niall showers. He reluctantly leaves me in the kitchen by myself and goes upstairs to shower. I turn on some music and start filling up the sink with soapy water. I put some of the dishes in the sink while the water fills up, but I don't really pay attention to which dishes go in.

   I'm humming along to The a Team by Ed Sheeran when I reach into the bubbles to grab another dish. I gasp and stumble away from the sink when I feel a blade cut into my wrist. Dammit! Why did I have to put the knife in the sink!? I watch in horror, not able to move, as blood flows from my wrist and drips onto the floor. I start shaking, but I'm still unable to really move. My mind flashes back to when I cut myself on purpose. I never did it on my wrists, but this is still triggering the memories.

   I sink down onto the floor and start hyperventilating. My wrist hurts like hell, but at the same time, it brings back the feelings I used to get when I cut. The feeling of some of the pain draining out of me and the feeling of just letting go. I blink back tears as I keep watching my wrist bleed. As much as I want to move and take care of my wrist, I can't.

   I hear Niall start coming down the stairs and I panic. He's going to see all of this and think I cut myself on purpose again. But I still can't move. I'm practically gasping for breath as I hold my wrist.

   "Hey princess, I was thinking, maybe we could-" Niall walks into the kitchen and sees me.

   "Dammit Elissa! I though you were done with this!" he yells, rushing over to me and taking my wrist. His eyes widen at the size of the gash in my wrist. He looks at my face and I think he realizes it was an accident when he see the looks of horror in my eyes.

   "It was the knife. In the sink," I manage to say between short breaths. "It's bringing back memories, Niall," I say, terrified.

   "That's a bad cut. I'm taking you to the hospital," he says, picking me up. He sets me on the counter and grabs a dish towel from under the sink and wraps it tightly around my wrist to hopefully slow the blood flow. He then picks me up again and rushes to his car. He puts me in the passenger seat and drives away from the house as fast as possible.

   When we get to the hospital, Niall walks me inside and tells the lady at the desk that I need stitches. She asks what happened, so I tell her I accidentally cut myself while I was doing the dishes.

   "And you need stitches?" she asks suspiciously. I sigh and nod.

   "It was a big knife," I say, not even trying to sound that convincing, knowing she probably won't believe me anyway. She hands me a clipboard with stuff to fill out and says she'll inform a doctor. Niall and I go sit down and take a couple minutes to fill out the papers. It's just some insurance stuff and medical history and stuff like that.