I Just Want to be Loved

Story of the Past

Brittany's POV

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When I woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of a bell. When I got to the psych ward yesterday, I was told that there would be an alarm that goes off at nine to wake everyone up. I was giving a list of what time all the bells were, and what I was supposed to do when they went off.

Yesterday, I lied to the boys about where I was going because I didn't want them to judge me.

When I sat up, I saw that there was a suitcase leaning up against the wall by the door.

I stood up, and hobbled over to my suit case and put it on the bed. When I opened it, I saw that it was full of clothes, and my laptop. On top of everything, there was a note.

Hey Britt. I thought that you might want some clothes for the week while you're gone. I'm sorry, but I couldn't find you a phone...but you have your laptop... I'll see you in a week!

-Lyndsey

  

I went and unpacked everything into the small dresser that was in my room, and I pulled out my laptop and went onto twitter.

I was in shock with how many more followers I had. I was at 245,820 followers. People were tweeting me telling me to get better, and that they hope I was okay.

There was a few mean ones saying that I deserved to get hurt for hanging out with One Direction, and some other ones that were insulting me and death threating me. They hurt me a little, but I just brushed them off. I was starting to get used the the hate by now.

I decided to send out a tweet to let people know I was okay and not dead.

Hey people, just letting you know that I'm okay and I'll be leaving the hospital within a week!!! Xx 

Since I was supposed to go and get breakfast by nine thirty, I left my room and followed some teen people to the cafeteria.

I got into line, and took a cinnamon roll, some eggs, and an orange juice. I then realized that I had a problem. I didn't know anyone here.

I looked around the room trying to find some people that looked nice, when I spotted a familiar face. I walked over to the table where she was sitting alone and sat across from her.

"Sil?" I asked.

"Brittany! Oh my god! What are you doing here!" she yelled in shock.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I, well, I took a hand full of pills," she muttered.

"What?"

"Yeah, but enough about me, why are you here?"

"Harry and I got into a car accident, and the doctor saw my cuts. Since I had already tried to kill myself, they thought that I was unstable, so they sent me here."

"You and Harry got into a car accident?"

"Yeah. I was in a coma for a week. I woke up yesterday. But I'm alive. I have two broken ribs, and two are cracked. Also, I have a broken arm, and, well, now I have a boot. Thank god I'm not still in my giant leg cast."

"Oh my god. I wish I knew that. My mum took my phone from me before I was sent here, so I haven't really had contact with the outside world."

"That sucks. I think phone got destroyed in the car accident, but my friend dropped my laptop off. I'll let you use it if you want to."