|| This is my first fanfic, but I've always been told in an excellent writer so you won't be disappointed. [: This first chapter is very short as it's kind of like an introduction into the story. ||
Chapter 1 - Goodbye
It's unbelievable how quickly your life can change. All it takes is one decision, one choice to do something for yourself, one person, and your life can take on a different path. On the day that I finally gained the courage to speak my mind, I learned this for myself.
"I'm sorry, Ryan, but I'm just not happy anymore. We used to be with each other because we loved each other. Because spending time together was fun. Because we didn't care about what others thought. And now, I'm never happy. You're always worried about what your friends think. You get embarrassed when I don't wear make-up or show up in sweats. You're always making some kind of dig at me in front of your friends. You don't love me for me anymore, and I can't do this. I'm sorry. We're done." I gave him a small smile, and started to turn around.
"That's it? You're just gonna break up with me for no good reason? I knew you could be mean, but this is ridiculous. I'm glad we're over. I don't need a bitch like you anyways," Ryan fumed, his voice a low growl. I turned and looked back at him, my mouth gaping.
"Are you kidding me? No good reason?" I laughed harshly and turned back around, quickly walking away. I heard him saying something else, but I blocked it out as best I could and kept on walking. I couldn't believe him. I'd been with him for a little over a year, and I'd never known him to be quite that mean. I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, which only irritated me more. I'd broken up with him. I'd been the one to end it, and willingly get rid of the guy who had trashed my heart, so why was I hurting?
I didn't look back as I walked to my car and got in. I didn't look back as I drove away, rifled through my cd's, and slid One Direction into the cd player. I turned it up loud and sang along, angry tears sliding down my cheeks. Why couldn't all guys be like the boys in One Direction? Or at least how they made themselves seem in their songs? I felt the wetness of tears land on my legs.
I slammed my hand on the steering wheel in frustration, hating that I was still crying over Ryan. I turned the song up louder and unconsciously pressed harder on the gas pedal. My vision started to blur from tears, and I didn't notice my speed climbing. There almost was no one on the road, most likely because it was so late. With only the limited range of my headlights and my blurred vision, I didn't see the sharp bend in the road until I was right on it. I slammed on the brakes, but I knew it was too late. I closed my eyes and winged a quick prayer, and then with a loud screech, the world went black.
|| I'm not quite sure if I'm doing this right. I'm trying my best [: Please save if you read and you like it. I'd love some comments too. ||
Chapter 2 - Saved
"Are you ok?" a faraway voice asked me. There was a soft yellow light shining just out of my reach, and the busy static of noise filled my head. I tried to open my eyes, but the light became bright white and hot, glaring down on me.
"It's ok. You're going to be ok. Does anything hurt?" the deep voice asked again.
I shook my head and tried to open my eyes again, slowly opening them to the bright lights. My palms stretched out to feel the ground, and I winced when I felt a dull throb in my head.
"Is it your arm? Your head? You've already got a bruise on your forehead," the voice said. I watched as a blurry face came into view.
"My head," I answered hoarsely.
"Anything else?" he asked again.
His voice sounded familiar, especially that deep British accent. I squinted slightly, searching his darkened features. His eyes were a bright hazel, and I felt like I'd seen them before.
