Looking For Miranda [Book: 1]

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

Miranda runs away, love lost, body broken, will she find love? Or will it eventually tear her up inside? Will she ever trust anyone besides her best-friend, or can two boys open her eyes to something she thought she had lost in the past?

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25. Chapter Twenty Four

Hi, so I haven't updated in a few days, sorry : ' ( But, this one is a few weeks later, I wanted to speed it up a bit. Okay, read! Like! Fave! And... Comment!!! 

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~Miranda's POV~


I was in a room, and it was dark. I could hear murmurs that scared the shit out of me. I looked around me.




More black.


Oh, and guess what?


Even more black.


The black just enveloped me in darkness, but there was this light surrounding me. Just enough light to let me see my hand in front of me.

"Damn! Where am I???" 

I screamed to myself hysterically. 

I only remembered being slammed really hard, getting the breath knocked out of me.

Then the rest was..... wait for it.... BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Until now of course, now it's a little ball of light (me) in a bunch of... again... black.

I decided to lay down, on nothing, and try to fall asleep, if that was possible?


~Niall's POV~


God, it had been so many sleepless nights. Well, I knew how many, I was counting the days. 

Exactly 26 days, 14 hours, and 38 minutes. Oh, and don't forget, about 50 seconds. 51, 52, 53, 54. 

Well, you get my point. 

I hadn't left the hospital, neither had Trent nor Harry. Okay, we did, but only for about thirty minutes a day for a shower and change of clothes.

We slept out in our cars.

Our families were worried, but we never did leave. 

We just waited. 

I pondered in my mind, asking myself how long it would take for her to improve. The doctors said weeks, months, or even years.

I couldn't wait that long. Neither could our tour, because we all sure as hell knew neither Harry or I would budge.

Me not even for Nando's.

Miranda was not improving, not from what the doctors had said this evening, I had cried so much these weeks, more than any other time in my life.

"Can we go in and see her again?" Trent walked to the nurse, "No, she needs to be in a stabilized area. I am not allowed to give out anymore information. Ask Doctor Mallar." She pointed to the doctor who was treating Miranda.

"Excuse me, could you tell me Miranda Evans' condition, please?" Trent was literally on the verge of breaking completely, even Liam could only comfort her. Miranda and her sure were close.

Like two needles on a pine branch. They were so close, I'd never seen anyone closer, actually.

"I am sorry to tell you, but her condition is worsening." I overheard and stormed up, "What do you mean her condition is worsening!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

I couldn't handle her getting worse, she had already been in a coma for four fucking weeks!

"We did some tests yesterday and..." "AND?!?!" He had stopped mid sentence. 
"And, her condition has gotten worse." 

"NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!" Harry snapped this time, "I has progressed into brain damage and trauma to the cerebrum. The temporal lobe was targeted in her concussion and this may lead to temporary or even permanent memory loss. I can not guarantee this, but it is possible. That is, if, she wakes up. Her brain occurrences have proved otherwise." With that he walked away.


~Trent's POV~ 


No, no. I couldn't believe that.

Miranda wouldn't and couldn't leave. Not now, not ever. Not until her time!

It wasn't her time.

She was fucking 17. She couldn't die now. 

She didn't deserve this. Nobody did.

I cracked.

I sobbed. I wept like a baby, not even Liam's strong embrace comforted me.

It usually did, but this time, I don't think anything could.

Well, except if Miranda woke up and everything went back to normal. 

We'd been here for a month, waiting, listening to the doctors' updates, and watching her steady breathing.

What was she thinking? Was she trying to wake up? Could she hear us?

Why didn't she just walk out here and we could all just go home?!?!?!?! Why couldn't she just be Miranda again?

Right now she was just a pale doll.

White lips, pale face,

Breathing in the snowflakes.

Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Lights gone, days end,

Struggling to pay rent.

Long nights, strange men.

She truly had white lips and a pale face. She seemed so cold, I just wanted to go in and hug her until she woke up. I just needed her to come home and make silly puns that only she understood, I wanted my best friend back.


Heyyy!!!!!!!! I am so sorry for the wait, and then now it's a short chapter, and then it had some boring medical talk in it. I just can't think right now, I might write ahead and update a few times. I don't really know. Sorry.

I am updating in school, haha!!!!

Love Yas!!!

Danni <3

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