Isn't she pretty

Kassie was a normal 18year old. Until her mother died then he life was turned upside down.


10. it's cold...*shiver*

Kassie’s Point of view

How dare he. I grab my crutches, and wobble my way out of the car. I collapse in the middle of the road, and yell. “I AM SORRY MOM I LET YOU DOWN!!!” I screamed at the top of my little lungs. “HE WASN’T THE ONE!!!” I yell frustrated. I get up, and start to use my crutches, and I wobbled my way home. How could he. That selfish jerk! I trusted him. I thought it was real. He is running after me. Oh god now I feel sick. I hobble my way to and alley, and hide behind a dumpster. I wait for him to run by, and then I pull my phone out. I dial Harry’s number. He answers like everything is going okay. It may be for him but, not for me. “Hey chicky how are yah!” he says. I laugh. Since when did he call me chicky? “I-I need you to come pick me up! I am in the alley way behind the dumpster next to the old broken down pizzaria.” I say. Then I hang up. I lay down my crutches. I pull my knees to my chest, and burry my face in my knees. I rock myself back, and forth. “Hurry Harry...” I whisper to myself. I must have had a panic attack or something because I woke up in the hospital. I look over the see Louis right next to me holding my hand. I pull away, and scream at him to get away. Harry runs in “Shh! It’s okay. Louis please go home. Shh! It’s okay. It will all be alright.” He picks me up. I missed him.

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