Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back

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Everything on my body ached. My head was throbbing, my leg was in unbearable pain. If it weren't for the morphine they were feeding me I honestly don't know how I would be reacting right now.

I felt woozy. I felt out of it. Everything in the room was slower than it normally was. The lights seemed to be a shade darker. The sun didn't even seem to be as bright as it normally shined. Whenever I spoke, the nurses and doctors had a difficult time understanding me. I believe it was because I was slurring my words. I could feel them roll off my tongue in an unfamiliar tone. It felt very sluggish.

My memories of the accident were foggy. There were quite a few things which were foggy to me. The last I remember of the accident was the first flip of the car, to which I hear there were several more rolls. I also faintly remember hearing Caycia scream, although I'm not sure at what point of the night that happened.

The doctors and nurses have been checking on me quite often, with each of them being extremely friendly. I have had several nurses tell me just how lucky I am to still be alive and breathing today.

Caycia and Louis arrived early this morning, with Caycia bringing me a blanket from home, a sketchbook with some pencils, and my cell phone charger. The doctors weren't sure exactly if they were going to let me out today, and so I was thankful for the blanket from home. It really was difficult sleeping without Caycia in my arms.

With my cell phone charger I pulled out my sketchbook, grabbing a pencil. I decided to sketch what came to mind first. My hands immediately went to work, sketching. After several minutes I realized exactly what I was drawing: the accident. My hands had worked their way to sketch a flipped over car, with chaos all around it. I started shaking uncontrollably and so I dropped my pencil. I took a deep sigh, calming myself.

Clearly the accident had shaken me up. The accident had affected me mentally just as bad as it had physically. There were things I couldn't remember, I was having nightmares, I kept having visions of the accident. It was all I found myself thinking about.

I reached for my phone, unplugging it from the wall. There was a reminder on my phone and so I opened it.

Start the plan.

Huh? What plan? What the hell is this? Did someone put this on my phone as a joke? Or did I have some plan before and I have forgotten it somehow?

Another reminder.

Expose them. Get revenge.

Expose who? Get revenge on who? What the hell was this? What were these reminders? I deleted them both, ignoring whatever it was.

I hoped it would go away.

Little did I know, it wouldn't.

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