Look After You

Chapter 12- Your Guardian Angel

Author's Note:

I am so so so so so so so fucking sorry for the wait. Family emergency mixed with school= zero fucking free time. I'm so sorry. Again. So sorry.

In other news, I want to thank you for sticking with me through this incredibly depressing and terrible story, and my inabilty to keep promises. Really. I am so sorry. But thank you. It means a lot that you read it and like it and all that stuff.

Author's note question: What do you expect to happen in this story?

Uhm, One Shots, although going incredibly slowly, are open. I might have to shut them down until I get caught up soon, but as of right now, open.

I haven't had a lot going on, and therefore don't have a lot to say.

OH. Chapter dedication because she is fucking wonderful and commented on almost every chapter and was super sweet and really made me want to keep writing. I like her so go fan her and stuff.

Okay. Read, fan, enjoy, marry Louis Tomlinson, ride a unicorn, sing, and have a good day. LOVE YOU ALL.

CELEBRATE BITCH WHOOPDEEDOO.

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    Lyndsey woke slowly, finally able to stretch as soon as she awoke. She was leaving today, this morning, to be exact. She checked out at eight. Groggily, she checked her phone for the time. “6:20 AM,” she read, squinting at the sudden light. She sat up, looking around her deserted hospital room.

    Her mother had gone home to get a good night’s sleep, knowing she’d need the energy and knowing Lyndsey didn’t need her there anymore. She was off of all of the machines and drugs, staying one night to be monitored. It was the first night she hadn’t had nightmares since the accident, which was almost a week ago.

    Today was the funeral. A day Lyndsey was looking forward to and dreading at the same time. She wanted the closure she prayed would come with the funeral, but she couldn’t even imagine how she would react. She could only pray it would be better than earlier that week.

    Lyndsey laid back down, deciding to sleep until her mother came for her, at around 7:30.

    Anastasia was frantic, running every which way in order to get her youngest daughter ready. The visitation started at 10:30 AM, and the service started at noon. She knew Lyndsey would want to be there from beginning to end, and was doing her best to make sure Lyndsey could be. It was proving to be quite difficult.

    At seven sharp, Anastasia was locking the door to her house, a very tired Abby in tow. She walked towards her car, hoping to make it to the hospital a few minutes early, although at the rate she was going, it wasn’t likely.

    A few minutes after 7:30 found Anastasia standing outside of Lyndsey’s hospital door, waiting for Lyndsey to walk out in the sweatpants and tank top her mother had brought for her. Lyndsey had planned on getting ready for the funeral at her own house, hoping the familiarity would calm her nerves. Lyndsey walked out, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what was sure to be an eventful day.

    Hours later, Lyndsey was slipping on her outfit, almost ready to leave. She wore a simple black sweater dress, matched with black flats and black studded earrings. Her hair was simply straightened, her bangs pulled back with a simple headband. She grabbed her black clutch, holding her phone, iPod, and wallet, which were pretty much the only things she ever carried.

    She walked down her stairs, meeting her mother and younger sister at the door. Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself before walking out of the door. It was a cold day, rain obviously on it’s way, and incredibly dreary. Lyndsey walked quickly towards the car, sitting in the driver’s seat.