I logged into Facebook. It was full of messages and notifications; people wishing me well and saying they’re sorry. All very depressing. I decided to write a quick status, let them all know I am getting better. ‘Finally allowed access to the real world! Hi guys x Thank you for all your kind messages, it means a lot. Especially at the moment.’ I messed about on Facebook for a while, playing those random games, glancing at the clock I saw it was 7 AM. Shawn had left to do his rounds, he was a real sweetheart. He had moved over from America a few years back, and is drop dead gorgeous. I winced internally at the phrasing. If it wasn’t for the fact I had witnessed the brutal murder of my whole family and suffered through the most dreadful and disgusting things myself, I might have had time to be attracted to him.
“Someone has a visitor.” He chuckled from the door.
“You do not count Shawn.” I pointed out, then Susan walked in. It was nice to see her, to see my best friend.
“Hey.” She greeted lamely. I smiled weakly at her. “How are you doing?”
“As expected I guess. Recovery is going well apparently, and being given some freedom seems to be a good sign.”
“We missed you, so glad you’re okay.” She admitted, falling into the chair by my bed.
“I missed you too. I wish this wasn’t real.” I felt a tear roll down my face, before long I was sobbing into Susan’s shoulder. She was crying too and muttering in my ear, probably trying to comfort me. Sometimes I forget they are all dead, I expect to see my sister skip through the doorway or hear my parents shout at me for something stupid. But they won’t. I guess a downside to seeing my friends again is that they remind me of my old life, of all the things I’ve lost. I eventually managed to stop crying.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Don’t be sorry. Amy we are sorry. No one deserves this, no one. And we don’t expect you to be fine.” She insisted. “I’m gunna have to go now, I have school and all.” I nodded and watched her leave the room. I thought about what she said, about being okay. I’m a wreck really, that’s why the therapist comes so often. I’m messed up in the head. But who wouldn’t be. Shawn walked in, disturbing my thoughts, I looked up and recognised the sadness on his face. It meant he was going to talk about my family, or something along those lines. “Robson went to your place, he has your laptop. But apparently there were some letters.” Shawn was running his hand through his hair, he does that when he’s worried or nervous. “They had to open them and check them all, just in case. It turns out your Mum had a surprise planned for you.” He handed over an envelope, I saw the tears threatening to fall down his face. I had rarely seen him like this. When he told me about my family, when he told me there was no one to care for me, when he told me I couldn’t see my friends; he was like this then. Which means, this can’t be good. “The rest will be here later. We thought you would want this one now.” He left the room, leaving me alone with this strange envelope addressed to me; which is in itself unusual. My heart was pounding in my chest as I took out the contents; two tickets and a note. The tickets were upside down, so I decided to read the note first. ‘I told you there were no more tickets when you asked, but I wanted this to be a surprise. I hope this time is as good as the last. You owe me now!!! I love you x’ Tears were rolling down my face, there wasn’t a name on the note but I knew it was from my Mum. I wiped my eyes, turning the tickets over slowly. The Script. Two tickets to see The Script. Cue waterfalls. I was so sad, unbelievably devastated. This was a present for me and her, something for us to do together. Something me and her have always enjoyed doing together. And now she is gone. Gone forever. And I can’t even say thank you. Can’t get overly excited about the concert. I can’t even go. It’s just a reminder of how pointless and empty my life has become.
A/N - Decided to post two chapters today so you can get a bit of an idea about what is going on! :D Please comment and vote if you like this :)
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