Truly, Madly, Deeply

Chapter 6: The Emergency Room

Lyann's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes, and saw a hospital room.

"Where...where am I...?" I asked in a groggily, tired voice. I glanced at my left wrist. It was wrapped in blood covered gauze. My cut.

"You're in an emergency room," I heard a thick Irish accent reply. I swore I recognized that voice, I just forgot who it belonged to. I looked to my right and saw 6 famil

iar faces. Liam, Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall.....and the 6th face belonged to Kristiana.

"N-Niall...? Is...is that really you...? No...go away....I know you just came here to take Kristiana on a date. Stay away from me." I managed to choke out, backing away from Niall.

"No...it's not what you think. Lyann, don't you realize...I'm here because...because...."

"...because what?" I asked, interrupting Niall.

"...I love you..." he replied, barely in a whisper.

"No, you don't. You love Kristiana. Not me. You're...you're lying." I cried, in denial.

"He's telling the truth, you know." Kristiana said, breaking the ice. "I was lying to get you so jealous that you commit suicide...I'm not saying I don't want you to commit suicide anymore.....I still do want you to..." she continued, mumbling the last part.

"You....you did this..." I angrily muttered.

"Why don't you just make another little cut on your wrist so you can die and Niall can move onto me?" Kristiana evilly snickered, making Louis, Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Niall whip their heads towards her direction. All of their eyes seemed to be full of rage. Niall's eyes had the most anger contained in them.

"Kristiana, you are tho most SICK person I have ever met." Niall sneered at her, his words full of venom.

"Sick means cool, right?" Kristiana smiled wickedly.

"Not anymore, it doesn't." Harry said, siding with Niall.

"Aww, you guys don't know how to approach me and express your love to me, so you're being mean to me. How sweet. You see that, Lyann? That is raw evidence that you don't have a chance with ANY of them." Kristiana laughed.

"Get. Out." Niall snarled, pointing towards the door.

Kristiana didn't move.

"Get out! GET OUT!" Niall shouted, angrily.

She still didn't move.

"I said, GET. OUT!" Niall yelled, grabbing her by the arm, throwing her out of the emergency room.

"Call me!" Kristiana smiled, not being bothered by the way Niall just treated her.

"Ugh, I hate her!" Niall groaned, clearly irritated.

"We do, too." Liam said, gesturing towards Harry, Louis, and Zayn.

"She is just...just SICK!" Niall yet again insulted Kristiana.

"...but she's my sister...this kind of stuff is...normal..." I sighed.

"Normal? You call 'oh you should commit suicide' normal? She can't treat you like that! I mean, a little mild teasing is fine, but death threats? That's WAY too far!" Niall replied, still angry at Kristiana.

"It's fine, Niall. Why did you even come here in the first place?" I asked him, still in denial of the situation I was in.

"I already told you, it's because I love you." he replied.

"No, you don't! You're just saying that because you feel bad for me! You always have! You've never loved me! It's all just a lie! You only want to start dating me until I feel better. Once I'm strong again, you'll break up with me! Don't waste your words on lies, Niall. I won't believe them." I cried.

"He's not lying, Lyann. Once you left, he was devastated. Please, just take it from me. Whenever you come home from visiting us, he talks nonstop about you. Just--"

"Go." I interrupted Liam.

"W-What?"

"I said go."

"But I--"

"Please..." I cried.

"Just go."