I am sitting across from my mother. We are sitting in black, leather chairs in an empty white room. My mother is wearing her wedding dress. Her hair is pulled into a tight updo. She is just sitting there... quiet.
Instead of talking to her, I just want to admire her. Because I might not get another opportunity to see her.
"So, you're going to be a mother." she says sighing.
I silently nod.
"You're not married."
"I know."
"Well, you will be."
"What?"
"Niall, he is going to propose."
"Wait... what?"
"Niall..."
And that's when I begin to hear a faint beeping. I look around trying to find the source, but we are in an empty room. I look back to my mother and she is gone. I stand up to look around.
A loud banging in my head interrupts all of my thoughts. The banging gets louder and louder every second.
I fall to the floor and cover my ears trying to block out the noise.
I am trying everything to get the pounding to stop.
My vision goes white.
~~~I wake up in the hospital bed. My head hurts really bad.
I look around and see that I am in a recovery room. There is a little television hanging in the corner of the light blue room. The three little chairs along the wall are empty. The room is so quiet.
I look down and it hits me that I'm in a hospital.... Of course I remember what happened. I just don't want to think about it.
I think back to my dream. What is it with me dreaming about my mother so often? I mean, I barely knew her. But what did she say? I honestly don't remember. Something about Niall? I have no clue.
I sit and ponder on my dream for quite a while when the door opens. It was Perrie.
She was wearing gray sweatpants and a pink tanktop. Her makeup seemed to cover some bruises on her face. When I look at her arms more closely, I notice that she has bruises all over her body.
"What happened?!" I ask quite concerned. I am genuinley worried about her. What if she got into a car accident? Although, in the back of my mind, I know exactly what happened.
"Zayn." she sighs and sits down. She grabbed a water bottle that I hadn't noticed before.
"Same here." I said chuckling painfully.
"You got it worse. I am so sorry." she says holding my hand to comfort me. "Niall and Liam took care of it."
"What do you mean? Zayn's in jail now right?" I say worried that Liam and Niall had been violent with Zayn.
She gave me an apologetic look. I immediatley got up out of my bed, choosing to ignore the pain in my body.
"Where is he?!" I was so pissed.
"He went to get some lunch from downstairs. You stay here... sit down. I'll go get him."
I was relieved and sat back down. Perrie scurried out of the room.
I didn't know what do with myself, so I grabbed the papers next to my bed.
"severe spinal injuries
bottom two ribs bruised lightly
Infant in great condition"
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was just happy the baby was alright. I didn't care about the other things.
As soon as I put the papers back, the door opened again. I jumped out of my hospital bed again. Niall walked in with his head low.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I yelled in his face.
"I did what I had to do to keep you safe."
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO." I was pissed. If he killed Zayn, I'm done with him. He wont see me again.
He didn't say anything.
I know what he did, and I am not okay with it.
I pushed him to the ground.
"GET OUT. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. YOU WILL NOT BE THE FATHER OF MY CHILD."
I was done. I am 100% done.
Niall got up and grabbed me by the arms, not harshly, but enough to get my attention. By now, I am crying.
There is pain in his eyes. Horror. Fear. Love.
But I don't care. He KILLED a man. He KILLED his friend.
A few nurses were walking past the room to check why I was yelling.
One of them saw that Niall had grabbed me and called security.
A man in a navy blue uniform came and took Niall out of the room.
I just... didn't know what to think.
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FanfictionIt had always been hard for Emma to cope with her life. Bruises and cuts never seemed fade on her skin. She had finally escaped her violent, and bloody fate. Or so she thought. Some things never change. Maybe love isn't meant to last forever. Death...