The Way That You Saved Me (Completed/Part 1) (In Editing)

Chapter Seventeen

Hello! I hope you like this chapter but, be warned, it's probably the saddest one. But only for a while. I can't say too much! Just read on!

Bethanie Carter

"So, he saw the pictures?" I hear the man say quitely in the other room. 

"Wonderful. So, what do I do with the girl? Uh huh..alright. We'll have her prepared to see you. Goodbye to you, too, sir." He hangs up and walks into my small, dirty, crowded cell.

"Who do I have to meet?" I ask, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Simon, of course." He rolls his eyes. "We must make you presentable! Karmen!" 

I hate how they are treating me. They're talking about me like I'm their dress-up doll and they can just dress me however they want.

"Yes! I will do my best, sir." She smiles and looks at me.

Do her best? Gee, thanks. I don't look that bad. Do I?

"Come along, Beth." She pulls me up and takes me into a bright, clean room. Her studio maybe?

"So, what would you like to wear?" She asks, smiling.

"Huh?" I look at her with a surprised look.

She waves her hand. "Just go to that closet over there and pick something. Everything in there is gorgeous, so I know that you won't pick anything nonpresentable." 

I nod and walk over to a huge closet. Everything and I mean EVERYTHING in here is absolutely gorgeous. She wasn't lying when she said that. I trace my fingers along the dresses and tops and pants. Something makes me stop short though. I stare blankly at the dress before me.

It was the dress I had worn to the boys' awards show.

Suddenly, I feel so upset that I want to cry. Harry thinks I'm dead and so does Katie, Luke, The boys, and my Dad. And my family. They think I'm dead as in never coming back.

Harry Styles

It's been two days since Bethanie's death. Surprisingly, it's even more miserable than the first. I still can't believe it. No one can. And what makes it worse? I had to tell her Dad. That was the worst thing any guy can ever have to do. The look on his face just made me want to hug him and cry.

I even had to tell Jessie. I don't think a little five-year-old girl ever cried as much as she did. God, everything just isn't real. I can't believe she's gone. 

Her death is causing more than just sadness, too. Liam and Louis had gotten into a fight yesterday and now they aren't speaking to each other. Zayn has done nothing but lie in his bed and watch TV. He hasn't left his bed since she died.

And, besides me, I think Niall's the worst of all. He did know Bethanie since they were in third grade. His best friend was just ripped away from him in a matter of hours. He hasn't spoken. The only noises he's made were sobs. He hasn't even eaten anything or drank anything. He refuses to even nod his head to answer a question. He just sits there, dark circles under his eyes and dry, cracked lips, and stares blankly into space - crying every hour or so.

Seeing everyone so hurt just hurts me even more. I wish this was just a dream. I wish I'd just wake up to see Bethanie smiling at me and be able to hug her and kiss her. I wish. 

Not all wishes come true, though.

I bite my lip and look around at everyone. Liam's lying down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Louis was up in his room and Zayn was in his. Niall just sits there, looking paler than ever.