Too Attached (Harry Styles Fanfic) <3

A fresh start

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“Mum! Mum wake up! Dad!” I screamed as I lay over their unmoving bodies. “Mum, Dad, please! Please wake up!” I cried, the tears falling freely down my face. Feeling someone touch my shoulder, I jump up, scared of this stranger. Looking at him I realised there was a quite a few of other people with him. A couple of them moved to make towards my parents. “NO! Don’t touch them” Ignoring my yells, they continued to move, a couple were even coming towards me “No! Don’t touch me! Leave me alone! Mum, help me!”

“We don’t want to hurt you. We’re only here to help. I am a Doctor” He gestured to what he and the other people were wearing. Starting to feel a bit dizzy, I had to squint my eyes a bit to see it clearly. Finally being able to see that it was a Paramedics uniform, I ran into his arms, careful not to trip on any car debris, and pointed towards my parents, who already had a group of paramedics with them. “Help them. I think they hit their heads in the crash, but they will be ok” I said starting to feel a bit of relief now that the paramedics were here.

“Are you ok though? I have to check you for any injuries. You have blood on your clothes, is it yours?” The doctor said.

“No. I’m not injured. I think it might have been one of my parents” I willed myself not to look at my parents as I said that, because even though I knew they were going to be ok, I didn’t want to have a memory of them like this. The doctor who just got called walked away and left me alone after he said “call me if you need anything”

Sitting down on the ground I looked around me and notice that there was a larger audience than I thought. There was yellow tape around the perimeter, but outside there were about 50-60 people all watching. Some had the mouths covered with their hands. Others were crying. I thought it was a bit dramatic, seeing how my mum, dad and I were going to be alright. Turning away from the crown, I saw big bits of metal everywhere. Suddenly remembering what happened, I started to panic. The force of the crash, as the car hit the tree. Twisting metal. A burning sensation.  Suddenly feeling cold, I looked down at what I was wearing and was not shocked to see that it was ripped and dirty. Though I was shocked to see how much blood was on me. I didn’t think I had any injuries, but as soon as I thought that, I felt a dripping on my head. I reached up to touch it and I felt a huge cut. One Paramedic noticing my discomfort went and got me a blanket from one of the ambulances here.

“Thank you” I said in a quiet voice, looking up at him. He was an elderly man with grey hairs. He gave me a sad look, nodded his head and walked away. Feeling too tired to do anything else I put my head in my hands and placed them on my knees and closed my eyes. What felt like 5 minutes later, but was probably longer, I was woken by two Paramedics who I remembered seeing with my parents.  “How are they?” I asked looking between the two of them. They each gave me a sad look, similar to what the other paramedic, the one that gave me the blanket, had given me.

“Miss, I am so sorry, but your parents didn’t make it. They died not too long ago. But we had to go the normal procedure before we were able to tell you.”

I woke up with a gasp, not even realising the tears that ran down my face. Trying to get up, my legs got caught in the blanket, which painfully reminded me of the seatbelt that had me suffocated in that crash I just had a nightmare of. Throwing my head on my pillow, I started to ball my eyes out. Fearing that my aunty might hear me, I tried to stop. I thought to myself one breath at a time. Finally breathing normally and not crying, I had the biggest headache. I look over to my alarm clock on which was on my bedside table. It read 6:27. Thinking a nice jog, would do me well, I quickly and quietly got out of my bed, slowly without getting my legs tangled again or else I know I will break down again and I don’t think I will be able to control myself again.