It's in her eyes

Elizabeth Cowell is a seventeen years old emotional wreck, but with good reasons. 3 months ago she was almost murdered. She was hospitalized for a month and suffers of posttraumatic stress disorder and depression. Since then, her father, Simon Cowell, doesn't let her little girl leave his sight. But everything changed when she meets One Direction.


1. I'm not ready

Stella pov: 

I was laying on the floor, tears running down my face as they continued to hit me. They stood there smiling and laughing, pocking my dimples and their hands running through my hair. One of them, wickedly smiles, like he didn't want to do what he was about to do. He kicks me as hard as he could, the pain in my stomach was unbearable. I scream in pain and they just laughed. 

Everything was fading into black, at that moment, it felt like paradise. I couldn't feel anymore pain. But then, over to my left shoulder, a hand was squeezing me, shacking me. 

I knew it was him, he would never leave me here with an unfinished job. He came back for more.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed, thrashing and trying to get away from his strong grip. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" I kept on repeating hoping to have an answer. I felt more and more hands placed everywhere on my body, my vision was all blurry. "DON'T TOUCH ME! HELP, PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I screamed on top of my lungs. 

"Stella, Stella wake up!" somebody shout at me. "baby girl, it's okay. Your not there anymore, your safe. Open your eyes love and you'll see" 

I stop struggling and open my eyes to see my concerned dad leaning over me. I looked around, i was in my bed, in my room, in my house. I was safe. 

I burst into tears, shacking as he hold me close, rubbing my back and murmuring soothing things until i took back my breath and calm down. 

"Do you want me to call Dr.Stuwarts and book an appointment for later on today?" he asked concerned. I looked at all the prescriptions i have from the past 2 months. "The sleeping pills don't work anymore dad and talking about it with Dr.Stuwarts doesn't help either. Everything comes back to my mind, it makes everything worse" i mumble, wiping away the tears. This is my third panic attack this week.. and it keeps on getting worse. 

"honey, it's been almost 3 months. I know it's really hard on you and it's hard on me too. It hurts me seeing you like this. I know i suggested this a lot this week but maybe if you came tonight, talk to some old friends and get your mind off things it could help" he explained. "i'm still afraid dad" i said sitting up. "it's only the one direction boys, their staff and a couple of business man that are coming." I knew this meant alot to my dad if i came tonight, but being outside my house, in public where paparazzi follows us everywhere we go.. I just don't trust the outdoors yet. "i understand if it's too fast, but i still want you to talk to Dr.Stuwarts okay.. maybe you don't feel like it helps but i see a big difference" I nod agreeing to go as he kissed my forehead and left my room, leaving my door open.

I pull up my shirt so i can see the scar they gave me, where my left ribs are. I run my fingers gently against it as a tear roll down my cheek. 

"Their gone" i whispered to myself, "Their in jail and they can't hurt me anymore. I'm safe."

I repeat this until i felt a little bit better, that's what my psychiatrist told me to do. I slowly stand and walk over to my dresser, pulling out some clothes and grabbing a towel on my way to the shower, needing to clear my head.


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