Life As We Know It

Chapter 6.

Chapter 6.

Two days. . .

Two days since the last time my eyes opened. Two days since the last time I went to school. And. . . .Two days since I last went home. I was unconscious for the past days. Surprisingly, no memory was erased from my already scarred brain.

And I was still alive. . . .

“Are you sure?” I whispered while running my hands through my hair. I was crying. I don't know why. But I should be happy because I'm not with my psychopath family.

“Yes” A blonde boy with blue eyes answered my question. I was now with five boys, claiming they saved me. I know their famous. I saw them everytime I went out. I just don't know their names or what they are called.

“The doctor said the wound is so deep that's why you were out for two days. Its a good thing you woke up or you would end up in the hospital” the boy with the birthmark said.

I suddenly looked up while tears were streaming down my face. They looked shocked. I was hiding my face all thetime so they wouldn't see me crying that's why their surprised. “Wait. Why didn't you took me in a hospital instead. You know I would be safer their” I wiped the tears out my eyes.

“Well. When we saw you Louis actually got us lost so it was just a coincidence. It was also raining that's why its hard to find the nearest hospital” the one with probably the thickest accent and quiff said.

“You were bleeding and there was no sign of you breathing so we all panicked. We don't know where else to go so the first place we think of is here” the lad wearing stripes said, looking at me with concern. I remember that exactly.

*Flashback*

“Heellpp!!!!!”

“Heellpp!!!!!”

“Heellpp!!!!!”

I opened my eyes. Beads of sweat was rolling down its way to my face. I wipe it off by the use of the back of my hand. I jumped from where I was lying. It was a dream.

It was just a dream.

I looked around. It was dark. But there was a little light coming from the kitchen. I slowly got up from the couch and realized. This is not my house. This was too big and I bet this furnitures are more expensive than ours. I looked around. I was worried. Where could I be? Am I kidnapped? Then I remembered.

The car.

Maybe the ones inside that car are kidnappers. Or worse. Rapist. I looked at myself from a mirror thats beside the big plasma t.v. I was wearing a huge shirt and boxers. Boxers. No no no no no no no no.