I'm really not sure...

My name is Abby and I'm am Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend... i think i can't remember anything from the past um 3 years to be exact. Why? I think i was in a car accident but no one has really told me. Oh and by the way who is Louis Tomlinson?


21. Am I ok?


I was taking her to a fancy dinner to apologize for leaving. Little did I know that was a HUGE mistake. I thought it was going to be like every other dinner we had. Abby had remebered everything and that night was going to be perfect. When we walked in, evrything was going great. Then, as we were going to be seated, Abby colasped. I saw blood streaming out of her back. I screamed and dropped down to the floor, hugging her limp body. Moments later, paramedics were there. They picked Abby up and put her on a strecher which was put into an ambulence. I cried, more then I ever had over Abby. I always find a way to screw things up! Life was just turning around for Abby. I looked around with my tear stained eyes when I saw someone running out of the back of the building with something in their hand. I walked over to them but they ran away. Were they the person who hurt Abby?

    I chased after them. They ran about a block before they gave up. I grabbed the back of their shirt and pulled them closer to me.It was a girl. She was probably about 18. "Who are you? What are you carrying?" I spun her around to find the object stuffed in her shirt. "I-I am Dakota. Um..." She pulled out the thing that was under her shit. It was a gun. "OH MY GOD! WHY?" I screamed to the top of my lungs, not really thinking before I talked. "I... um. You, um." She had issues, she needed to go to jail, now. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to the restraunt where tons of cops still sat outside. "This girl shot Abby." I pushed the girl towards the cop who caught her. "Young lady, is this true?" She looked down and didn't answer the cop. "We'll take her back to the station for questioning. Your girlfriend was just transported to the hospital. You can go see how she's doing." I thanked the cop and ran to my car. I drove to the hospital faster then I have ever driven in my life, but it seemed to take forever to get there. When I got the news about Abby. I dropped to the ground. My legs could no longer support my legs. The room spun around until it hit my like a ton of bricks. Why was I so dumb!



I have no idea what happened. All I remeber from that night was walking into the restraunt. I woke up to find Louis sitting in the chair next to my bed. When I tried to get up to hug him, my legs wouldn't move. "Louis! My legs won't move!" I was frantic trying to get my legs to move. "Abby." Louis reached out a hand which instantly calmed me. "You were shot last night. They bullet hit a nerve. They said that..." His voice trailed off, he looked every where but at me. "What Louis? What did they say!" Was it really that bad? Nerves heal, right? "Abby, they said that you may, um... never walk again." I burst into tears, I didn't even have to let it sink in anymore then it did in that split second. "But you could heal too! That was just one out come!" He rushed over to me and wrapped me in his arms. How could this happen! "Who shot me!" He loosened his arms so he could look me in the eyes. "A girl that didn't like you. I caught her running out of the restraunt. She's in prison now." So if I'm going to be Louis' girlfriend, I have to deal with being shot now!

    "Am I getting any better? Are the doctors leaning towards the healing side?" He took his eyes off me, obviously searching for words. "Yeah! Totally! They said that there is a small chance you won't walk. You are going to be fine!" He didn't give me time to respond before he gave me a soft kiss. Louis always knew how to make me feel better. I pushed him away and looked him in the eyes. "Are you telling the truth?" He put on his world famous smile. "Of sourse I am! Why would I lie to you?" I gave him a look to remind him about how he lied about leaving. "Oh um, oops." He gave me a nervous smile and kissed me on the cheek. "I am going to get lunch. Want anything?" That was a no brainer. "I'll come with you!" I tryed to get up. "Oh, nevermind." His smile vanished and he gave me a hug. "Don't be sad love. I'll ask the doctor if we can get you a wheel chair and some regular clothes." I gave him an unsure smile as he walked out the door. I just hoped soon he wouldn't have to ask for me.

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