Chapter 2: Waking Up

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~Char POV~

My eyes flutter open I stare at the pale blue ceiling. I take a deep breath in. My room smells of vanilla and... teenage boy? I sit up and stare to the wall across from my bed. There was a large mirror.

This wasn't my room. I dont have a seated window, king sized bed, or wall mirror in my room.

Realizing that wasn't what made me cry.

I had a scar from my left temple to right next to my chin. My brown curly hair was flat but frizzy. My normal sparkly grey eyes were dull and lifeless.

Why do I look like this? I begin to think. It all comes back to me, falling on me like a brick wall onto me from above.

The accident. The song. The truck. Them dying.

I scream. I scream in loss. Pain. death. Depression. Anger, Regret. Guilt. As I scream, the tears fall freely.

In a minute, five boys burst through my door. I stop screaming and stare.

"Are you alright?" A boy with an irish accent asked. I shake my head, curl myself into a ball, and cry.

"Liam, what do we do?" a voice asks.

"Lets..." he starts. "Do you want us to leave you alone?" Liam asks. I nod yes and wait. I hear the door click shut. When it does, I climb off the bed and walk over to the window. I sit on the seat and stare out the window.

Wherever I am, this place is freaking huge!

~Niall POV~

I feel so bad for the girl. We found the car after it crashed. Harry and Zayn took the girl from the car while Liam called an ambulance for the parents. She's been asleep long enough for that cut on her face to scar. Speaking of cutting, will she cut herself? I mean, depressed people take it out on themselves. I hope she doesn't. She is like a younger sister already. I can feel it.

~Harry POV~

"I regret bringing her. Technically, we kidnapped her. but her parents are dead, so we could adopt her and not get into any legal trouble." I say to the group as we sit in Liam's room, which is across the hall from... I just realized. We dont know her name!

"True. But are any of us even ready to be parents?" Liam asks.

"Louis is the only one old enough to adopt. But, guys, we dont even know her. Not even her name." I say. We all nod our heads in agreement. There was silence. You couldn't hear a thing. It was strange.

I look up from staring at the table and look at the boys. They had the same expression. We all looked back and forth between each other, deciding who was going to check on the girl. Our gaze falls on Louis. He nodded in victory and slides out of Liam's desk chair. He slips out the door and goes into the girls room. We wait for him to come back. We wait... and wait... and wait.

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