Mute **ON HOLD**

Apryl has never spoken a word ever since her family died in a tragic house fire. Will One Direction's loudest member get her to talk?


8. Are you crying?

A/N: One Direction will be introduced soon, I promise! Sorry it's taking so long! xx

Apryl's POV

I woke with a jolt, breathing heavy and wet tears trickling down my cheeks. I wiped the tears away and looked around. I was in the same spot I had fallen asleep in last night. It was just a dream. Matt isn't dead. Everything is going to be okay.

I looked to my right and sighed. Amanda was sleeping in the chair next to me, her cheeks were shiney with sticky, dried up tears. I pushed my bangs out of my face and winced feeling the grease in my hair. I took the hairband off of my wrist and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I can't wait to get home and shower.

I took my phone from my pocket checking the time. 8:34 am. I guess sleeping in hospital chairs does that to you.

I put my phone back in my pocket and looked up at the small T.V. they had set up in the waiting room. I rolled my eyes as the host from E! news showed pictures and gossip about the Jelena break-up rumors.

I honestly feel bad for celebrities. They have absolutely no privacy. Everything they do, they are judged and will probably be the biggest breaking news. It's stupid. I would hate it more than anything if I literally couldn't walk outside without being bombarded with paparazzi. I guess that's one of the biggest concequences of being famous.

"Are you here for Matthew Ruiz?" I soft voice asked snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped up and nodded frantically. She smiled. "Well, i'm happy to inform you that he will be alright." She smiled. My eyes lit up and I grinned, then her face fell.

"But, he had severe trauma to the head so he has minor memory loss..." She finished, her smile completely vanished replaced with a sympathetic frown. My smile faded and I looked down to Amanda, still sleeping somehow, then back at the nurse. I smiled sadly then nodded.

She gave me one more sympathetic look before leaving to go give someone else dreadful news. I sighed plopping down on those damned uncomfortable blue chairs that give me huge neck cramps.

I pushed Amanda's shoulder a bit to see if it would wake her up. Nothing. How is she still asleep??? I pushed on her shoulder again and her eyes fluttered open. "What happened? Is Matt okay?" She asked jumping up. I calmly took her heand in mine pulling her back to her seat.

He's fine, just some memory loss

I wrote on my board flipping it around so she could see. She heaved a huge sigh of relief relaxing a bit. "Can we see him?" She asked. I looked around for the nurse and shrugged. I couldn't really have asked her though.

"Maybe he's awake. I hope he's awake, god, please let him be awake." She mumbled to herself.

"I can't take it anymore." She whispered shooting up from her seat calling a doctor over. She asked him about Matthew and how he's been doing. "I'm sorry, he's not awake yet. We're not exactly sure yet but you can go see him." He smiled. "He's in room 219." Amanda thanked him and we raced for room 219.


Amanda pushed through the door and there he was, lying there just like he was before. Still, motionless, lifeless. It was an extremely depressing sight to see. I know, I never really get to bond with my 'parents', it's kind of hard to have relationships with people when you don't talk. But Matt, he was so, so amazing. He always cared. He never asked, but he was always there.

Now, seeing him like's a horrible feeling. This man was one of the nicest people on the planet. Why do bad things always happen to the best people? I guess thats God's way of saying 'You're strong enough to overcome this'.


Amanda and I have spent the last few hourse in Matt's hospital room and I needed to get out. I'm one of those antsy people who can't stay put in one spot for very long. I also have claustrophobia. I made my way out of the hospital doors and decided i'd take a little walk, just to breath some fresh air.

"Is that Apryl?" I heard an annoyingly familiar voice call from behind me. I sighed and started to walk faster. "Don't walk away from me Apryl!" She called again. I ignored her and continued walking finding myself at the little park down the street.

"Hey!" Another voice called. A few seconds later, I felt a sharp pain go through the back of my head. I stopped short, holding my hand to the spot something hit me. Was that a rock?

"Don't ignore us Apryl." I heard Alexa's voice smirk. I reluctantly turned around seeing Alexa and her little group behind me. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows. Did she think I was going to answer?

"Why were you in a hospital? More of your family dead?" She joked giggling with her friends. "She doesn't deserve family, she doesn't deserve to be loved." Kristen added as they continued giggling not noticing the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Aw look, she's crying. Guess we should have some sympathy."Alexa smiled a sickly sweet smile walking up to me. "We don't feel bad for you, you're a drama queen, your life can't be that bad." I wiped the tears off my cheeks and turned around. I can't take this anymore.

I ran the rest of the way to the park and climbed up the ladder. I sniffled a bit wiping away the last of my tears sitting down on the platform near the slides. The park was empty today, except for two little boys sitting on the swings, their mums talking on the bench.

I sighed pulling my knees up to my chest. I could still hear their laughter in my head.

More of your family dead?

She doesn't deserve family.

She doesn't deserve to be loved.

Your life can't be that bad.

I felt the tears prick the back of my eyes again. I thought I was done with the tears! Just thinking about what they said to me made the tears fall. Nobody deserves this.

"Hey, are you crying?"



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