The Traumatic Life of Astoria Styles

Listening in

7 months after the last chapter

As I lay in my hospital bed, I tried so hard to remember my past. I know I have a brother called Harry, and my name is Victoria but I changed it to Astoria. My surname is Styles. I live with my brother. He is in a band called One Direction. I only know one of the people in his band, Louis Tomlinson. I have a rebel-like attitude. I'm 17 years old. That's it.

"Who's in here?" I hear someone ask, as my door opens. I might not be able to see, but I sure as poop can hear.

"Victoria Styles." Astoria!!!!!!  I think madly.

"What happened to her?" The first speaker asked. Let's call this person George.

"Hit by a drunk driver." The second speaker said. This ones..... Declan!!

"That's horrid!" Someone else said. I'll name this person, umm... Owen!

"A lorry, if I remember rightly." Declan said.

"Oh, Jesus." Someone muttered. I'm gonna call him Dan.

"That's worse." A fifth person concluded. Jeez, how many people are in here? This ones defiantly Phil.

"We've all given up. It's been seven months, and there's no sign of her waking up." Declan said, a tint of sadness in his voice.

"You mean..." Owen trailed off.

"We are thinking of cutting her off. We think its for the best." My heart beat starts to increase. There gonna kill me!!! People come rushing in, all yelling at each other. Suddenly, my bed dips on the right hand side, and a  beautiful voice starts singing to me.

Even when the sky is falling down

Even when the earth is crumbling 'round my feet

Even when we try to say goodbye

And you can cut the tension with a knife in here

Cause I know what'll happen

If we get through this

And if the earth ends up crumbling down to its knees baby

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

And if the skyscrapers tumble down and crash around baby

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

'Cause I feel so damn lost

And it comes with a cost of being alone

Everything is falling down

We're suffering, helpless thoughts and

Out we sing, prayers go to the sky

And if the earth ends up crumbling down to its knees baby

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get out

And if the skyscrapers tumble down and crash around baby

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

And if we fall

It's not your fault

Shadows covering

Our selfish foes

And as our love,

Can go out on a high note

Even when the sky is falling down

Even when the earth is crumbling 'round my feet

Around my feet

And if the earth ends up crumbling down to its knees baby

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get out

And if the skyscrapers tumble down and crash around baby

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out

3 other voices joined in while the first was singing. I was in awe at the angelic voices, and my heartbeat went back to normal. It was George, Owen, Dan and Phil.

Owen was the first to break the silence.

"I think she heard you, Doctor."