Run (One Direction) [Watty Awards 2012]

Chapter Fifteen

I'm not a kid. I'm legally an adult. What're they on about?

A dim light shines on my face, and then I realise that my eyes are closed. I shoot them open, and scramble backwards.

There are at least four people here, shining flashlights at me.

“Holy shite” says one of them. “That's Louis Tomlinson.”

That's my name.

Right?

“One Direction” says a woman. “Louis, can you hear me?”

I nod.

“I found the other crutch!” someone shouts. “It was in the ditch!”

“Louis” the woman says. “Do you know what happened to you?”

I blink.

I should.

The memories are right there.

I can feel them, but I can't . . . can't remember . . .

“My fault” I mumble.

I can't seem to say anything but those two words.

They're true.

Something happened, and it was my fault.

I just can't remember what.

“He needs help, Lex” the woman says. “Call 999.” The man next to her pulls out a mobile. “Louis, what's the last thing you remember?” the woman asks me.

I close my eyes, block her out.

“Louis” she says sharply. “Open your eyes.”

I do as told.

“What's the last thing you remember?”

I remember a bang.

And when I try to remember more, I can't.

“A noise” I whisper. “Loud. It hurt my ears . . . my fault.”

“Medics are on the way” the man says.

“Help is coming, Louis” the woman says.

And I don't hear anything else.

I fall into the darkness.