This Love 2

chapter 22

Niall's P.O.V

I swerve my car into a gas station parking lot and sprint off into the direction of loud and colorful sirens. A clashing noise clearly drowns out the sound of the song on my radio which I blasted in attempt to distract myself from the car behind me, but now that the car in my rear view mirror is upside down I smack my hand against the volume button, completely turning the song off. It didn't matter how loud I turned the radio up, my mind was still concentrating on her. She's like a radio. As much as we argue, as much as I accidentally lash out on her, as much as she cries whenever we get in an argument, as much as she fights me either with her fists or her stuffed animals..there's no way in hell we could forget about each other. I could try to zone out to avoid hearing her voice, but even then I'm thinking about her and how she's probably yapping about not feeding Snowball on time.

My mental state is fucked up and everything seems unreal. I run over to the scene, pushing my way through the crowd, trying to get to her but there's one thing keeping me from her is this yellow caution sign and this police guard that refuses to let me past him. If I don't see her I'll lose my damn mind.

" Just listen to the police officer, you'll see what happens if you just stop freaking out. Calm down," A teenage boy around the age of sixteen or seventeen says. I turn around and see him with a straight face, he pats my back almost in a way telling me that its going to be fine. I hit his hand off and clench onto the front of his shirt, lifting him up off of the ground. Now is not the fucking time to mess with me, I already can barely think straight and here he comes with this fucking bullshit.

"Do not fuck with me you little fuck! I don't need your shit, I need my girlfriend who is in that car over there, not your loud ass mouth talking shit ,okay? I swear if you say one more goddamn smart ass remark it will be the last thing you say." I grit in his face while he nods his head continuously.

"I'm-I'm sorry." He says with wide eyes and I toss him to my side like a pest.

I hear them drilling the door off and see them breaking the glass out of the windshield, the door is too settled in the ground to get it open, so the window was the only option. A fireman carefully pulls her out of the car, carrying her in his arms. They sent four more officers to hold me back from running to her, it's hard to get out of their grip.

"CLEO!" The small gurney is put inside of a helicopter that rushed its way over here. The minute it goes into the sky I begin weeping harder than I have in my entire life.

"Where are they taking her?" I fall to my knees and cry while I stare at the collision.

"The other officer will drive your car and you ride with us." I feel my keys being taken out of my hands.

"Let's go." Two officers help me up and turn me around to block my strong eye contact with what is in front of me.

On the way to the hospital, I sit in the back seat and cry for the whole thirty minute drive. They ask what her parents phone numbers are to inform them of what just happened and I get choked up on every single word whenever I tell them that they aren't living anymore. To say it out loud right now and in this situation makes my head spin from invisioning what I just saw, mainly having a tiny piece of me thinking that today could be Cleo's last day to take a breath. The sirens were on while we were driving so he could drive way over the speed limit making me dizzy. My eyeballs rolled around until we got out of the car.

We walked inside of the hospital and I saw other people sitting in the waiting room giving me sentimental looks. They already know who I am probably because I hear the receptionists shouting Cleo's name around the office and cry even harder.