The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

Package From Above

Chapter 22

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It was a dream, right? I was having this dream in my sleep. But yet, the images were so real it had me convinced. I was looking at myself. The other me doesn't seem to be aware of my blissful existence. It was like watching a movie of me. I was standing there, waiting for the pedestrian traffic light to turn green. I guess it was stupid to wait for the light since the street was practically deserted with only a few vehicles zooming past. Too early in the morning. I had my headphones on and my head was bobbing with the music.

The light turned green and "I" started crossing. The me that was watching saw a car speeding towards me. I saw everything. How I turned at the last second, shock written on my face. The bumper made impact with my legs first. I collapsed and suddenly, the me watching became the other me. I was under the car and I could feel all the pain coursing through my body. Funny, I thought pain doesn't co-exist in dreams. Wake up! Wake up!

The heat from the car's undercarriage was searing my skin. I had my left hand getting crushed under the car tyre. My head had the worst condition. Badly bruised and wounded, my head was covered with blood. I stayed paralyzed in that position, something was poking my upper back, or rather embedded in my back. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn't respond. The adrenaline was gone, my body wasn't numb anymore.

I bolted up, screaming hysterically. I was in the boys' suite which meant I fell asleep. I sat on the couch beside Niall, screaming uncontrollably with a mix of sobs. Footsteps pounding on the floor and four boys arrived by my side.

'Zaria, Zaria. What happened?' Liam said calmly and collectedly, taking my hand but I pushed away, thrashing and kicking wildly, still screaming my head off.

'Back up, back up.' Louis said, his voice carried a tone of concern. I couldn't understand why I was acting this way, a sudden wave of hysteria just hit me. I tried to stop, it was just a dream. I wasn't possessed or anything like that. The boys kept silent and my screams were overwhelmed by sobs. Every time one of them tries to get closer, I'd flinch and back away.

'Hey, what happened?' Zayn asked gently, my hysteria had finally disappeared after half an hour. 'Zaria?' I turned my panic-stricken face to him, looking intensely into his beautiful luscious dark eyes.

'I know what happened.' I blurted out, my body trembling with fear. 'I remember now.' I touched the back of my head and I could feel the stitches along my scalp. I stared at my left hand. It was as if the throbbing pain could still be felt. If I examine closely, I would notice the seam line between my little finger and my palm. I gazed at it sadly, pulling away the layer to reveal a stub, connected to an electronic device. It wasn't like I lost an arm, but still, losing my pinky was pretty devastating to me. I felt incomplete. I slipped back on the fake skin layer, I didn't want to think about it.

Liam disappeared for a moment but he came back with a paper envelope. He handed me a folded page of a newspaper. 'What's this?' I croaked as I opened it. It was a headline on my car accident. There were a few pictures of me while I was unconscious, my bruised eyes and cheeks were covered with cuts and wound.

'I remember everything now.' I told the boys hoarsely as memories started flooding in. Flashbacks of when I was still Althea, doing crazy things with a girl named Joyce. The first time I met Niall, those times we had, the fun I had with him and the boys, I remembered them clearly.

'Do you know who you are?' Zayn asked cautiously. I nodded silently. 'Good.' Zayn broke into a smile. 'Niall would like that. By the way, what happened last night?'

'I had to fix everything. I needed Niall to know that living without him is so depressing, like having French fries without salt. But he was drunk, I just got him here. Are you gonna kick me out now?'