My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!


6. Hysteria

  My face was easy to read- my mother always calls me her open book. I guess that's why the nurses tried to calm me down. After two failed attempts I reached Liam on his cell, telling him to round up the boys and get to the hospital, pronto. He didn't ask questions, just saying that he would be over in ten minutes with the lads. 

  When I hung up the phone I started pacing manically, getting told various times to stop, but I couldn't. I was too worried to calm down; too freaked out to sit and lose some of this tenseness. By the time the boys arrive my breathing has picked up pace rapidly. Within minutes I had driven myself into hyperventilating

  The boys sat me down cautiously, not wanting to push me over the edge. After a few glasses of water I was much calmer; the dizziness had disappeared. 

  "What is going on? Why are we here?" Harry asks quietly, still worried about frightening me.

  I couldn't help but laugh, an after affect of the hysteria. "Oh, nothing much. Just found my ex-boyfriend lying in a pool of his own blood, almost dead!" I yelled, tears flowing freely down my face again. Niall rubbed my back while the other boys held back their own sets of tears.

  We all sat  waiting for the doctor to give us the news, good or bad. Apparently we fell asleep because when I pried my eyes open a doctor was standing above us, looking particularly grave. I shot straight up, an ice like chill running up my spine.

  "Is h-he okay?" I stuttered out. 

  He looked at all of us before answering. "He'll be okay. He lost a lot of blood though. It's a goof thing you found him when you did, any longer and he would be dead." He stated bluntly before walking off.

  The boys kept mumbling how everything would be okay, Louis was fine, but my mind was racing. Replaying every moment from when I pulled up in the driveway until now, the details sharp.

  The shadowy figure. I screamed a bit before I caught myself and clamped a hand over my mouth. 

  "What? What is it?!" Zayn inquired loudly.

  The words stuck in my throat, I tried shaking them loose, but I couldn't. The world spun and everything was blurry, eventually fading to black. The only problem was that the image of the cloaked figure wouldn't leave my weary mind..

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