*ON HOLD* Crazy, ill minded me... (A one direction fan fiction)

Chapter 2:

Chapter two:

Sitting on my hospital bed I brace myself for the news I was about to hear. I had the sheets clenched up in one hand and a teddy, Liam had won me on the grabber earlier, in the other.

When I look up at the doctor, he is looking at me with such a sympathetic look. Oh hell, this really can’t be good. My eyes fill up with tears as he begins, but I don’t hear any of it. Instead I fall into a flashback.

*flashback*

“DAD! DADDY!” I cry as mum hits my already bruised legs with her belt. Every time I cry out which just makes her do it harder, but I can’t help it it’s just so darn painful.

“Dad” I cry one more time. That’s when mum throws me in the cupboard an locks the door. She’s yelling too, but she’s yelling things like “Freak”, “retard” and “attention seeker”.

As my head hits of the back wall of my cupboard I begin to cry realising that my yells and screams for my dad where useless. He’d already gone somewhere where he couldn’t protect me from my mum.

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When I opened my eyed tears where pooling down my face and two of the boys where holding my hands.

“Willow? Did you hear tha…?” Niall begins.

“NO,” I cry out, grabbing at the sheets burying myself beneath them.

“Then why are you crying?” Niall speaks softly, I knew it was really bad then.

This time I couldn’t reply. I didn’t want to reply, I didn’t want to have to face them.

So I grabbed the covers and ran. I didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was I was going to try and find a toilet.

After about 3 corridors I found a girls bathroom. I ran in, slammed the door and twisted the lock. I knew at least two of the boys had run after me. I had seen them when I turned the sharp corners.

Shrinking onto the floor, I ignore the knocks on the door, sitting in a pool of my own tears and sheets crying until there was nothing left to cry about.

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That night I slept in the toilets, on the floor. Well I didn’t really sleep, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to face anyone, at least not yet.

I just lay there in the state I was in when I first got there.

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My eyes flickered open and I grabbed at the sink using it to help me up. I look in the mirror. Oh gosh I look awful. My long blonde hair was in its usual curls and my cut arms and battered legs looked awful since the pyjamas were short.

Carefully I looked at my head. Ouch. There was a huge bruise to the left side. Around it, it was swollen but clean. My normally bloody arms were clean but my cuts were still there. My legs were clean to but my bruises stuck out like a sore thumb.

Lightly I press my stomach, which felt a lot better too. I push back my long curls and my green eyes are bloodshot and wary. I feel tears pushing at my eyes but I harshly blink them back. No more crying whilst I’m here I think trying to be brave.

That’s when I hear a knock at the door.

Stumbling to the door I pick up my covers and teddy on the way. I twist the lock and open the door dreading who it was going to be.

Niall and I think his names Zayn, with the sticky up hair, were there.  They smile at me and I step out of the bathroom. Niall grabs my covers and I cling on to my teddy as we walk back to the room.

We don’t speak at all on the way back we just walk, but it’s not awkward not at all. When we get back to the room I slowly make my way to my bed and sit. None of the other boys are there which I was sort of happy about.

Zayn turns on the TV whilst Niall sits next to me. “The others have gone for an interview,” says Niall. My head spins a bit as I remember I’m staying with One Direction. When I look at the TV there they are the curly haired one, whose name I think is Harry, Liam and the one with the pretty green eyes who was shouting when I had a fit.

“What’s that one’s name,” I ask pointing at him.

Niall smiles adorably and I look away as he talks, “that’s Louis, the curly haired ones Harry, the other ones Liam, that’s Zayn and I’m Niall.”

I look at Zayn who’s smiling at me. My gaze turns back to the TV screen.

“So how come you rescheduled the interview for today?” the woman asks.

They all smile and Harry says, “Because we were at the hospital with our friend who I think is going to stay with us for a while.”

I blink back the tears at this but the lady’s asking another question, “May we know her name?”

Louis smiles “Willow.”

“Willow if you’re watching this, which I highly doubt, get well soon and we’ll see you after the interview.” Liam says.

A tear escaped my eye and I look at Zayn, “why didn’t use go?” I ask.

“Because we didn’t want to leave you alone,” Zayn answers.

Forgetting my pledge I burst into tears and Niall’s arm goes around me, hugging me tight. I put my head into his chest crying. I feel Zayn’s arm pat my back, for the first time in ages I felt cared for.