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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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30. Chapter 28.

I have been at the hospital for three days now, and I'm ready to go home. The doctors keep saying "just one more night," but I didn't want to even be here for one night. I had become so bored that all that intrigued me was playing with my I.V, although it hurt to have it moving inside of me.
The door opens and I look up, revealing a smiling Liam. Weird. "Hello, beautiful." His eyes are alight with such expression that I hadn't seen in years, since before he asked me out. Even then, he seemed so far away, so distant. Now, as he stands before me, eyes glistening, gleaming, casting a symbol of melted chocolate, he seems closer than he ever has before.
"Someone's happy," I laugh.
"Yeah. I should've been nicer to you than I was." His eyes fall to the floor and you can tell how heartbroken he is just by his misdemeanor and appearance.
"It's alright," I say, mostly lying. "I mean.. I'm not the only person in the world it happens to, so I'm not alone." This was the truth, though I had wished it happened to no one, but wishes are just dreams our hearts make, and dreams didn't usually come true.

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I was finally able to go home, and Harry never left my side. He held my hand all day, doing whatever for me, even though I could stand my own ground and do my own things. It was actually quite adorable, though, if I must admit.
But something inside of me wished that Harry wasn't the one doing all of those things for me. Something inside of me screamed for it to be someone else, but there wasn't anyone else I wanted. I wanted Harry, and he wanted me.
 

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