My Shoulder To Cry On

Chapter 1

Hi :) okay i'm sorry if this isn't very good, because this is my first fanfiction...so again; Bare with me please! Oh and Roselyn looks like Sasha Piertese...or at least thats how i imagined her. So Google it! Okay right please comment your feedback because i would really like to know! I will also update this story every 2 or 3 days usually, but more or less depending on what i have to do...Thank you for reading :) kthxbi

- Shannon <3

Pain radiated through every inch of my body. I didn’t know where I was, or what was happening. I could hear a faint noise that I think was somebody speaking, but I couldn’t make it out over the ringing in my ears. I definitely wasn’t asleep, because I am completely aware right now, but I don’t think I am awake either. I cannot feel any of my limbs, but the pain is still so fierce. Everything is dark and I seem unable to open my eyelids. I think I am somewhere in the middle, on the bridge of consciousness maybe.

I tried to dial into the voice present, but it was useless. The pain was too harsh to concentrate. I am really confused, about where I currently am. I am desperate, trying to regain some memory of what happened. After a while the ringing died down a bit, enough for me to hear the voice in the room. Well, what I now realize to be voices…

“When will she wake up,” I heard a quavering voice say. It was as if they had been previously crying.

I immediately recognized that voice. The voice that made me smile and laugh. The voice that always comforted me when I needed it. I voice that kept me going. The voice that belonged to my best friend, Louis Tomlinson.

Why had he been crying? I thought in a panic. And whom is he asking about?

“I am not sure son,” said another voice, deeper this time. It sounded as if it belonged to an older man.

“We have ran many tests, but there is not more that we can do,” the mans voice stated, “It is now up to her to wake up, but I don’t know if she will Mr. Tomlinson, Miss. Clemons has been out for twelve days.”

Wait, did he say Miss. Clemons? They were talking about me!? What do they mean I have been out for twelve days? Is that how long I’ve been in this half-unconscious state?

“Is there anything else you can do?” Louis asked again, his voice cracking slightly, “Anything at all?!”

“I’m sorry son, we have done all we can,” said the man again.

         “YOU HAVEN’T DONE ENOUGH!” I heard Louis’ voice shriek.

         My ears filled with the sound of loud sobs and I realized that Louis was crying again; over me. Pain hit me, and this time it was not physical. My heart shattered when I realized that my Boobear was crying because of me and that I could do absolutely nothing about it.

         After the sobs died down I heard Louis sniffle and then speak up.

         “I’m sorry doctor, I just am having a hard time seeing her like this.” Louis apologized.

         Doctor? I thought. I’m in a hospital? I think things are a bit worse than I suspected.

         “It’s okay Louis, it is not easy, that I know, but I think you should go home and get some rest.”

         “I think I am going to stay again, if that’s okay,” I heard Louis sniffle.

         “Okay son, but please sleep,” sighed the doctor, “You need it.”

I heard the click of a heavy door and then I realized that the doctor had left. The sound of a chair screeching close to me filled my sensitive ears and I mentally winced at the noise.