HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BOYS ILY💕
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Knock knock
Who's there?
Not you cus u be dead after dis
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~ rachel ~
I woke up in a hospital.
Ya, it sounds a bit strange but it seems that after the crash, the police and medics found me still alive.
I move a little in the uncomfortable bed and feel a familiar stinging in my shoulder and ancle.
I stop moving and examine myself. My pained ancle is in a white cast and my shoulder that was shot is wrapped with a blood stained cloth.
I hiss in pain, letting a tear fall, but immediately wiping it away as I hear the door open. I quickly turn my head towards the noise and see an old man with a white lab coat on, holding a clipboard.
"Ah," I hear him say in his Irish accent, "Miss Jones, its good to see that you have woken up. Are you thirsty? I'll ask a nurse to get you some water."
I just stare at him and then finally ask, "How long was I out?"
"Oh just around 25 hours. You got in some serious car wreck and when the medics found you alive, you were already out. You had a deep cut down your face, probably from the windows and your ancle was broken and you had a bullet in your shoulder!" he seems surprised when he says it, but continues, "So while you were out, we did some surgery and successful took out the bullet and put a cast on your ancle."
I smile a bit but then remember in the crash how we hit another car, "D-did, I mean, like, the other car, did the people, uhm," he cuts me off, understanding what I mean.
As he talks his face is full of sympathy and sadness, "A woman and a young boy, probably around the age of 4 were in that car," my smile drops as he continues, "There was a posibility they could have survived, but something with the gasoline and the crash caught the car on fire. By the time we reached them, they were gone." I feel tears forming in my eyes and falling but I had no energy to wipe them away.
I bet that was a mother and her son. They didn't deserve that. No one deserves to only live 4 years of their life and then die because of some careless driver! If your 5 or 50, no one so innocent deserves to die that way. That little boy had his whole life ahead of him but that was all taken away from my father.
The doctor sees my sadness and says, "Don't worry about it Rachel, it wasn't your fault. It was the drivers." My dad. He is dead. My mom. She is dead. I have no one.
Suddely I think of the boys, "Have 5 boys come here? There around the age of 20." I ask and he flips through his papers.
"Uhm yes, there is a Mr. Horan in room 326," he states.
My mouth drops. "H-he's in a room?" I ask. What happened to him?
"Yes but-" I wouldnt let him finish, because by that time, I was sprung out of the bed and running towards the doors. Running was hard, so when I saw a pair of crutches leaning against the wall, I grabbed them and kept going.
I heard doctors and nurses running after me and calling my name, but all I could focus on was Niall. He was two floors up so I ran up and down the halls until I found an elevator.
I quickly ran in and pressed the close door over and over again. I could the the people that were casing me getting closer and closer but the doors shut just before they could make it in.
I looked down at what I was wearing. I wasn't wearing a hospital gown which is what I suspected. I was in my old green hoodie and some comfortable sweatpants. I quietly thanked god for not having to wear a dreadful hospital gown that makes your butt stick out.
I hear a ding and slide out of the eleator, running as fast as I could with a broken ancle down the halls. Each door was a countdown.
"331, 330, 329, 328, 327," I whispered. As I stood in front of his door, I breathing heavily,"326," I whispered and without even knocking, I opened the door and ran inside.
All the boys were sitting around Niall. I ran towards him but I saw Liam stand up and block my way.
"Liam, what are you doing, I need to see Niall," I say as tears fall, trying to get a glimpse of Niall past Liam.
"Uhm, you shouldn't be in here," he says and I shake me head, pushing past him and running to Niall. I hug him tightly but here him hiss in pain and push me off.
Hurt spread across my face but I shook it off, "Oh my god Niall are you ok?" I ask in a shaky voice.
"I-I'm sorry, do I know you?" he asks.
Shock. Thats all I felt. I looked around at all the boys and then back at him, all of them having confusion.
"Y-ya, of course. Rachel, Rachel Jones," I say but he still looks confused, "You found me by your hotel and let me stay the night and then we went to your house. I'm your girlfirend! How does he not remember me?" I say looking at the boys.
"Uhm we don't know you either," they say.
I immediately break down into tears, kneeing down and holding my head in my hands, "How," I whisper, "How could you forget? We both- we both had the problem and you said you would always be here for me and-" I was cut off by Niall.
"How do you know about my problem?!" he shouts. "Because you told me!" I shout back, standing up and looking at all of them.
"My mom is dead, my dad is dead, I have no idea where my best friend is and the people that promised me they would always be here for me don't even remember me. Not even the person I love," my shouting turns into a whisper as I finish.
I hear the door slam open and I turn to face it. "There she is!" I see my doctor shout and then 2 security gaurds run up to me, grabbing each of my arms and slowly pll me out of the room.
"No, Niall!" I yell, fighting back, but its no use, "No."
My family, my friends, everyone I trusted has just slipped out of my hands. They were my rock. They kept me safe. They took away the nightmares and saved me from myself, but without them, I don't even know what will happen. All I need is someone; someone to take away the bad and give me a hug when I feel down. Someone who is there for me.
And the worst part is, I live in a world called reality, and in reality, dreams just don't come true.
the end
