Broken

Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?

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26. Eliana's last dream

"Miss, you must stay here!" Protested the doctor.

"But the boys will worry where I am!" I replied trying to push the doctor away from the door, but to no avail.

"Sit down, please"

"Why should I!"

"SIT DOWN!" Boomed the doctor. His glasses sat askew on his nose as he tenderly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it across he reddened forehead.

I withdrew from the door and turned to face the desk. As the doctor walked to his chair he pointed at the one to my left, indicating the actions I should take. I stared hard at him, shaking my head with an affirmative 'no'.

"You need to sit"

"Why!?" I countered. What was so god damn important about sitting in a chair!

"I have some...news which may shock you..." He trailed on waiting for me to reconsider and sit. But when I didn't, he eventually took a deep inhale before speaking again.

"Very well" He said in an exasperated tone. Slowly the doctor exhaled, turning his face to look at the folder before him. As he stared at it he soon looked me in the eyes with intent concern.

"How long have you been having these dreams?"

"8 1/2 months" The dreams, the traumatic dreams in which I'd suffered endlessly in pain. It all began when I'd been force-given drugs. The doctors' eventually managed to identify the intoxicant which caused them. Fortunately, they'd disappeared after constant treatment.  I'd been in the hospital for a while now since I'd been knocked unconscious from the fall at the tour bus. Now I was awake and well, I was able to go back to stay with the boys. They'd been worried sick, as I had been told. I couldn't wait to be back and healthy again. I thought I could go now but that was before I was forced to stay for this meeting as it was called. I hated hospitals and I wanted to leave as soon as was necessary.

Coming out of my reverie, I looked back at the doctor whose gaze was locked on my own.

"How long have you been with the boys exactly?"

"Why?!" I snapped.

"If you tell me I can help you-"

"But I thought I was cured? You told me so yourself! I was ready to go home, I've been here months!" I spat back. My blood boiled and I recoiled from the evil thoughts circulating in my head, confused at my sudden outrage. Turning away from the doctor I calmly counted to ten before turning back to face him. His face had already dropped an inch lower than it usually had been as his mouth formed a solemn smile. I furrowed my eyebrows, analysing his face for answers to this madness.

Drawing up a steady breath I calmly announced, "I shall answer your question. but only if you tell me why you need it so bad"

The doctor seemed to drift further from reality, his eyes becoming unfocused as he ignored me.

"Tell me!"

Further and further he drifted. Moving away from this realm and back to a place of serenity. Walking from the desk he began sliding his way around the room, reaching for the exit.

"TELL ME!"

He continued in making his journey from the room to the bustling corridor.

"GOD DAMN IT, TELL ME, OLD MAN!" I screeched this time, fury belting around my oesophagus, ricocheting from my vocal chords, up through my throat where it met with the world outside.

The doctor violently ground to a halt and sardonically twisted on the spot; coast trailing after him. He turned to face me and I saw that something was wrong. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Turning mute all I could do was stare at his sullen, grey face and lock my gaze with his largely dilated pupils.

"Miss, as I patient you have pushed me as far as I can go. There is no lightness in this matter. These boys-" He bit his tongue harshly, drawing tears to his eyes but he held them back. "These boys...they're not real. They doesn't exist."

"Pffft" Did he think I was an idiot. Playing me for the fool he thinks I am because I don't have a fancy PHD like him! Saying they didn't exist , I've been involved with them for for over 7 months. I laughed at his words, cackling even at the absurdity of it.

Returning my gaze to his I found his face set as hard and harsh as stone. His mouth trembled with remorse but his eyes had a evil glare set to them.

"You're...joking right" I half grunted with doubt.

"No, there are no records of their existence and for that matter I must ask you how long you've known them?"

"Over 8 months...but it's One Direction! The most famous British-Irish invasion band of the century! How can they not exist?!"

"I have no idea what you mean" He stared at me blankly. "Thank you anyway for your co-operation however reluctant you have proved" He jogged back to the ward I sat in and came out again with a clipboard and pen.

"Right, now have you been taking any new drugs that the hospital doesn't know of yet during this time...also.."

The doctor questioned ever more certainly but I wasn't listening. My palms grew sweaty with doubt. I noisily fumbled with my phone, ready to dial my Liam's number. '00' my finger slipped as I began typing again '0007' wrong number. Eventually I managed to dial his number. As the dial rang on I thought more about what the doctor had said. But  I couldn't get over the fact that it just didn't add up.

"Hello?" Said a female voice.

"Um...?"

"My name's Katy, who is this?"

"Um, I'm a friend of Liam's, could you put him on, please"

"I don't know a Liam, sorry, I think you have the wrong number"

"Liam Payne...you don't know a Liam Payne at all?"

"No"

"Oh, ok... sorry for wasting you time, bye"

"Bye"

I quickly looked back at my phone, searching the contact list where I entered Harry's number. Dialling again I waited for the line to pick up.

"Hello?" A male voice answered.

"Sorry to bother you but could you pass me over to Harry?"

"Ok, sure...what's your name?"

I heaved a sigh of relief. "Eliana"

"Hello?"

"Harry, it's me Eliana, something strange is hap-"

"Who's this?"

"Eliana. You know, your friend..."

"I don't have a friend called Eliana"

"Harry...but surely the one and only Harry Styles knows who I am?"

"I'm not Harry Styles...I'm Harry Jones...I think you have the wrong number" And with that the call ended. I dialled Niall and Zayn but to no avail, it seemed they were all the wrong numbers. I dialled Louis' number even though there was no hope for it since he was dead.

"Hello" Answered yet another male voice.

"Hi, is Louis there? Louis Tomlinson"

"I don't know a Louis Tomlinson, sorry" I gave a grunt of anger and gulped in an attempt to fight off a storm of tears.

"Is everything ok?" The man replied.

"I just seem a little lost with things at the minute but can I just ask, how long have you owned your phone?"

"About 9 months"

Suddenly everything happened in slow-motion. My grasp on my phone slipped and it slowly thudded to the ground, luckily not shattering. My eyes began shutting down, as the room span before me. White sound began playing in the background as if the world was loosing it's colour and life. As my legs began to bottle from beneath me  I heard the man through the phone, constantly preaching out the word "Hello?" before ending the call. That's when I hit the ground with such force that I felt I was nearly blacking out. The doctor rushed to my side and I felt myself being raised onto a stretcher by several nurses.The reality of the doctor's words eventually came crashing down on me as I closed my eyes and fell unconscious with only the erratic thumping of my heart to listen to.

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