Broken // h.s.

Chapter Twenty- Interview

Chapter Twenty- Interview

I feel my body being dragged out.

But what I also feel is this stinging, burning sensation all throughout my lungs and arms.

I see Harry beside me and he looks frantic, yelling in different directions.

I see Vee, crying; her face reddened and swelled.

Then I see my parents. My mom gasps when she lays her eyes on me and freezes in place. My dad begins to tear and it is the most awful thing in the world seeing my dad cry. Especially when I'm the cause.

The firefighters put me in the ambulance and both my parents ride with me. The paramedics keep asking me questions, but my throat is too dry to talk.

I hear my parents talking and they keep saying, "Who did this?" The answer is; I don't know who did this, but whoever did; they had malicious intentions. The intention being, they wanted me dead.

It was a scary feeling being trapped in a place with no way out and Harry... hearing Harry scream my name the way he did made me panic. His voice held so much pain and sorrow; it felt like he was saying goodbye to me

and I didn't want to die in a way of being burned alive with so many unsaid words.

I begin to make a mental list of my unsaid words just to distract me while in the ambulance.

It goes like this:

I'm sorry. (That one goes out to many people, like my parents.)

I love you. (Blank.) I don't know who I would say that one to.

I can move on now. (I can move on with life once I've healed.) I think I'm getting progress on that one.

And many more.

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At the hospital, they put this gooey ointment on my skin and give me this liquid to drink that's suppose to take care of the amount of smoke I inhaled.

Then they put me on the breathing machine where I lay for twenty minutes. A police officer walks in to get my personal account on everything and by that time, I was able to talk again. I told them I went into the lake house to look for my friend and when I was about to leave, that's when the fire began.

That's exactly what happened. Vee, Harry, Badass, Isan and Zayn come rushing into the hospital room as soon as the nurse let's them know it's okay for them to do so.

"Lana! I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"It's not your fault, Vee." I assure her.

"How are you feeling?" Isan asks and Harry tenses next to him.

"I'm fine. I'm okay."

"I was scared shitless when I heard you was trapped in that house." Zayn runs a hand over his face. "I was just thinking-"

"Shut the hell up, Zayn. She's all right and that's all that matters." Badass chimes in.

I grin. "Thanks for being here."

"We wouldn't be anywhere else."

I look to Harry who hasn't said a word yet. "Can I talk in private with Harry?" My parents and the rest of my friends nod quietly to themselves and walk out of the room; leaving me and Harry together. "Are you okay?"

"I should be the one asking you that. Someone did just try to kill you and I was too fucking busy partying that I let you go. I-"

"It's not your fault."