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?


32. Reflection in the mirror

"Why did you write that?" I said, pointing to her pocket that concealed the letter. The boys had all left the room so that I could be alone in peace. However, Eliana stayed because I still had questions that needed answering.

She looked down and went silent.

"Her brain is damaged" Louis poked his head around the door and whisked in, squatting by Eliana's side. "The drugs affected her memory. Some days she's fine, as if nothing happened at all. And yet other days, she isn't; she just forgets everything. It seems that her memory lasts only up to the point she was kidnapped by that formidably insane man" His hand tensed into a fist but then he unfurled it and continued.

"She's written several notes to remind herself. The doctor is unsure if her memory will get any better, but at least we have some hope" Louis gave a half smile. Turning towards Eliana he grasped her hand and comfortably squeezed it. At last she looked up where she returned it, locking her eyes with his and smiling gratefully. Minutes passed by with them sitting there, staring at each other as if sharing a secret or lost in another world. I daren't interrupt the moment, keen to get my mind off of the foreboding feeling wriggling in my mind. The strange realisation of the events enraptured me and for a least this moment, I was bewildered my the whole loss of time while having been asleep.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Eliana let go of Louis' hand and turned her attention to me.

"18 months"

"18 months?!" I spluttered. "That's nearly two years!"

She nodded in understanding of my shock and disbelief.

Then all of a sudden, a thought came to my mind. "The tour! What about the tour? The fans! What about the fans? How have they reacted?!"

"Calm down" Chuckled Louis. "We continued the tour because the tickets were paid for by many fans. To withdraw the concerts would cause upheaval. We had to sing your solos, although it just wasn't the same. You can't have One Direction without you Niall" Louis supressed a tear and continued.

 "Once the tour was over, we didn't add any other major events as it was essential to understand if and when you would be okay and on the mend. Luckily the news is good. As for the fans, they seem alright now although many were upset. They'll be pleased you're awake, although the media will probably have caught wind of the news" He scowled. "You've been sent quite a majority of fan mail too! Oh, and I have some heart warming news with you! Everyday since the fire, the fans have been trending #PrayForNiall on Twitter!"

"Wow! Everyday!?"

"Yeah, pretty crazy"

"I love our crazy mofos" I muttered happily to myself.(Louis watched Niall as he stared gaily across the room. He didn't mention how many people had become fans of the band because they believed Niall would never be a part of One Direction again. They were haters of Niall and Louis despised those people with a vengeance, although left it out as he didn't want Niall's feelings to be hurt).

Coming out of my reverie, I forwarded yet another question.

"May I have a mirror?" Louis looked at me sincerely, slowly handing me a rectangle mirror at the side of the bed; but he did so with a cautious glare in his eyes.

I grasped the mirror, hoping to see an undamaged or at least lightly burnt face. I was hoping for a false truth. My face tore with terror as I laid my eyes on my reflection. The  eyebrows above my eyes were oddly shaped, after having been singed by the fire. I was bald with the exception of some stubbly bits of hair that grew from areas of my scalp less damaged by the fire. It didn't look like me. I felt as if I was trapped inside the body of another person and they were staring back at me. But it wasn't the case. I recognized my blue eyes beneath the mutation of my once undamaged face. I stared at them, red rimmed with pain and filling with a transparent liquid. My tears fell, scarring the mirror as they rained down. It hurt to cry.

Turning away, I shifted down into the bed further.

"Niall, are you alr-" Started Louis.

"I...I...just want to sleep" I waited, feeling the bed rise as Louis and Eliana stepped off of it. I listened to their steps fade into the distance before I finally drifted off to sleep.

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