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Chapter 2

Once she's out, I stay there for a minute, trying to process everything.

Dead.

Mom and dad are fucking dead. I'm trying to feel something, Grief. But somehow I can't feel it. The only feeling I have, growing in me, is confusion. My mind wanders back to my mom.

Why didn't she help me?

She left me there clueless, with my mind filled with thousands of questions. Why were we all in one car anyways?

I remember my parents being divorced since I was nearly seven. And my sister. Gemma. I remember her being older than me, but I can't find a piece of memory about how she looked.

Fuck! I'm screwed.

I'm lost, desperate for any fucking kind of bloody information. It seems impossible to remember anything. I shut my eyes, trying to remember the last conversation I had with my parents. I have a blurry memory in my mind but somehow I.can't put it in words.

  ~Flashback~

"How could you do something like that Harry" my mom said as tears spilled from her sad eyes.

"I knew what you were capable of Harry! But this is too damn much! you've went too far!" my dad yells angrily.

"How could you do something so insane!"

Gemma says in disappointment.

"the poor girl..." my mom mumbles while sobbing in tears.

I try to get closer to Gemma, trying to whisper something in her ear. But she instantly pushes me away.

"ugh Harry, you smell like alcohol and smoke again" she says in disgust.

~End of Flashback~

My eyes shot open, by the sound of the door click. For fucks fucking sake. Here comes the fucking drama queen again!

"Mr.Styles? It's time for your medications" she says with the most annoying smile plastered on her face, from ear to ear. Somebody kill me please!

She starts breaking the painkillers into smaller pieces. oh lord!

"Just give me the damn pills already" I say rudely and annoyed.

I snatch them away from her hand and throw them into my mouth, then grabbing the bottle of water next to me -not bothering to use a cup- I swallow the pills.

Her eyes widen at my attitude.

"Are you feeling alright now Mr.Styles?"

"Ughh stop asking those stupid annoying questions! Would you feel alright if you don't remember a fucked up thing about yourself or your life?! Get over yourself." I tell her.

"You know, it was a really terrible accident. You should be grateful they were able to pull you and your sister out of the car." she says making her way out the door.

So I'll stay clueless for until God knows when?! Perfect. Fucking perfect!

I still can't put what I remember in words.  I think I was drunk since I smelled of alcohol. But who was the girl they mentioned? And why were they feeling sorry for her? What have I done to make my dad so angry?

And most importantly, where was Gemma?

I know she had to arrange the funeral and whatsoever but how could she leave me here, alone, clueless while she knew I was in a coma?!

I need to find her! I'll go to England first thing after this shitty place...Holmes Chapel to be exact.