BoTH oF Us (#Wattys2017) |Completed|✔

TWENTY~THREE- Crashing Hit A Wall

Heyya guys! So i have decided to update sooner than expected. Ok A LOT sooner than expected. I just couldn't stay away. So here you go!❤❤❤❤❤

~Amelia

I stood in the middle of the deserted sidewalk. My eyes scanned the street yet I could not find a single soul. A cool breeze swept across my body causing me to shiver.  I wrapped my arms around my body to keep warmth spreading throughput my whole body. My teeth were chattering, my eyes were watering, my lips were chapped, my cheeks were cold and red, and I was visibly shaking. I looked around for any sign of life and yet again I had no luck. I found a nearby bus stop and sat on the cold bench.

As I sat there staring off into space my thoughts drifted off to why I am here. I NEVER saw myself to be a homeless teen. But, I guess things never turn out how you expect them to. I always had this dream of being a fashion designer and being rich. Now I am here. Hungry, Homeless, cold, alone, and scared. My stomach felt as if it was being crushed, again. My heart was whole before my Dad left, before Van left, before Mom left, and before I left. I am not the same girl I saw three years ago. Three years ago I was cheerful, hyper, loving, courageous, nice, sweet, sensitive, witty, and.....me.

Now these days all I see is a broken girl. A broken girl who lost all her faith and trust in people. A broken girl whose heart was broken. A girl who is lost to the world. A girl whose heart is as empty as her soulless eyes. Her warm blue eyes that once held the fire and electricity now hold sadness and hurt. Her smile is no longer bright and cheery. She now has a small and weak crooked smile. The heart of the girl I am is locked away. It is stored away from any human that crosses her path. Strong, metal walls are guarding her heart. And these walls will never break.

These tears aren't the same tears I had those years ago. The tears I had years ago were salty and pure. Now these tears I have now are fake. Fake. Fakey to the Fake. The tears I shed don't matter. For they aren't real. Why should I cry? If I have no one to cry for? The Tears I shed aren't from the same girl.

I am not the same girl. 

And nothing nor no one will cry ever change me. I will always remain th-

Honk!

A loud honk interrupted my thoughts. My head shot up from looking down at my lap and my eyes were blurry from tears. Finally after wiping my eyes, my vision was clear and my gaze was fixed on a black limousine in the middle of the street. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see no matter how much I squinted. The window rolled down and a blonde curly haired lady appeared. She looked so familiar.

And then it came to me.....Sylvia!

She smiled at me showing her pretty white teeth. Its a little usual for her to be out of her nurse's outfit. Today she wore pink lip gloss and her hair was curled to perfection. Her sparkling blue eyes were touched with a dab of eyeshadow. And her cheeks were sponged with a tad bit of blush. For her outfit she wore a light baby blue dress that really compliments her eyes. The dress had an ombre feel to it and also a pretty black belt to match. In her hand she had a glass of something which im sure is wine.

I gave her a weak smile when I looked at her. Her smile fell as fast as it came. I saw her sit her wine down on her other side and she motioned for me to come here. I nodded obediently and walked over to her. She engulfed me into a hug and I hugged her back. I cried on her shoulder, which she let me, and she squeezed my shoulders. I pulled back and wiped my eyes. Sylvia looked at me with a saddened expression. "Sweetheart, You have to come with me. Please." she pleaded.

I studied her face for a while trying to read her. Unlike some people you can't really read her. Some people like Justin are an open book. But, Sylvia here is harder. Finally tearing my gaze away I got into the limousine.

The ride to wherever we were going was filled with silence until I told her about me and Justin. The thought of him made butterflies erupt and a big grin spread across my features. Sylvia listened the whole time and she understood where Mr. Reggie is coming from. He is afraid to take a risk. Like how I was afraid to take a risk with Justin. But, I trusted my heart and he should too.

"I just don't know what to do Sylv. I really like him and our fathers are like enemies. Life is just so com-"

"We're here!" Sylvia said in a dead tone.

I noticed her face was pale and she was sweating a great amount. My eyes scanned her face once more before I got out. Sylvia followed behind me as i got out. I gasped when I saw that we were in the hospital. I looked over to Sylvia who was looking down at the ground like it was an interesting piece of art. I gaped at her and looked back at the hospital. "S-Sylvia why are we here?" I asked in a harsh tone making her head shoot up. "S-S-See you just go in please?" she asked in a tiny scared voice. I nodded curtly before stomping off into the hospital with Sylvia's footsteps behind.

As I entered the hospital all heads turned towards me. They were all staring and I was getting mad as to why they are staring and why am i here? My face was turning​ red with rage before I burst. "What?! Is there something on my face? Why are you all looking at me?! Im not a pretty sight! Just leave me alone...." I said choking out a sob on the last part.

I covered my mouth to stop my sobs and people gave me apologetic, scared, and sad looks before turning around and continuing on doing what they were doing before my outburst. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me jump in surprise and glare at them. Judging by the look I gave Sylvia she would have been six feet under by now. I saw that she sort of shrunk back and my expression softened.

"Sylv im sorry. Its just that im tired and scared. Im sorry for taking my anger out on you." I said apologetically. Sylvia smiled weakly and looked away. "Whats wrong?" I asked cautiously. She pointed down the hallway to a room at the end. "Go." she said.

I gulped and saw the other nurse nodding sadly. Why is everyone so sad? I shrugged it off and walked slowly to the door.

Just when I was almost there the door opened revealing a doctor and a few nurses. Its the same doctor that had me the other day. He walked over to me in a hurry and put a hand over my shoulder. "Im sorry for your loss." was all he said before walking off.

My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach. What did he mean by Im sorry for your loss? I slowly walked over to the door. I put out a shaky hand on the golden door knob. Shakily I opened the door and peeked inside. I put a hand over my mouth and fell to my knees.

I moved my hand and let all the tears come out and all the sobs out. I put both hands onto the cold marble floor. My heart clenched into a ball as I looked at her unconscious body. My Mom lay there on the bed with tubes up her nose and arms.

I sobbed even harder. Seeing her laying there brought memories from when the fire started. Brutal images flashed in my head. And it was then when I realized that my mom was already dead. Right? I hugged my knees and sobbed louder. Everything is gone. My Mom, my Dad, Van, and Justin. I think I really like Justin. Maybe even Love. I think im in love with him.

My moms monitor is beeping and that's all you hear plus my sobs. The door opened and Sylvia came in and sat beside me. "Look sweetheart im-

"Don't call me sweetheart!" i snapped. Only my mom can call me that, i thought. More tears streamed down my face and I jumped up and threw open the door. I ran down the hallway sobbing until i reached the door. I yanked it open and let the cold rain soak me whole.

Soooo what do ya think? Thought her mom was dead but she wasn't. Smh. Anywho......i hope u liked my return. Next chappy things get.....heated??? Hahahahahahahahahaha

I miss you guys so so so so much!❤❤❤❤❤❤😘😘😘😘

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