The Eyes Of An Angel

Chapter 1

Chapter One:

Hi, my name is Alexis Wilcox. My bestfriend is Harry Styles. I've known him since i was born technically. Our parents were bestfriends and i was born 6 days after Harry, on February 7, 1994.

When i was 15, it was a month after my birthday, i was hanging out with Harry and he had to go home later, so my mom dropped him off at his house. When we were driving home, there was a storm. I remember exactly how it looked. The sky was a dark grey, almost black. Lightning would come every so often. But there was sleet and frozen rain. There was black ice everywhere. My mom drove over a spot of black ice and we got in a car accident.

I was in the hospital for a sort of long time, almost a month. Harry would come to visit me every time he could. But i had trouble remembering him coming. When the car crashed, i hit my head really hard. I started to get migrains every day and i had trouble remembering things. That went away quickly though, i remembered everything again and started loosing vision. My vision was really blurry and i could barely see. I was going cross-eyed too.

When i got out of the hospital, i went to the eye doctor. I had to get glasses and i had to relax my eyes a lot. I was in 10th grade now, there were 3 months left of school. Everyone would make fun of me and call me "4 eyes" or "cross-eyed girl" or "ugly eyes". When they were calling me this, i realized i stopped talking to Harry. He never actually knew what happened, all he knew was that i was in the hospital. He only visited about 2 times, only in the first week, before i went cross-eyed. Did he start this? He couldn't have..he is my best friend. Well at least he was my best friend. Why did we stop talking?

Every time i walked through the halls i would hear people laugh at me. But one time, it was a familiar laugh., a VERY familiar laugh. It was Harry's laugh. No, it couldn't be... I turned around to find Harry and his friends pointing at me and laughing. Suddenly, i felt my eyes start to get wet. I can't cry right now. I just can't. In front of everyone? No, it's not gonna happen. That would make my appearance worse.

When i got home that day i darted up the stairs to my room. I started crying really hard. I walked over to my dresser and opened the drawer. I reached in the drawer and pulled it out. Then i ran into the bathroom.