Carmen's pov
I was quite sad, he just ignored me. He ignored me for quit a while. A week, I tried talking to him, but he just brushed me off. I was hurt by it, not only from the ignoring thing, but also because he seems to be spending more time with Elle. Has he forgotten about me, or maybe he was just mad at me, for saying naughty things about his girlfriend. Should I apologize, that seems like the most reasonable option, but I won't lie to him. Even if this means our friendship is dying. if he doesn't want to be friends anymore. I should accept that. I mean, he hasn't seen me in like three years, maybe I'm just not good enough for him. But why couldn't he tell me straight away, I mean he broke me even more. First I fall for him, and I thought there could be a slight chance that he would like me back, but then he just ignores me, and crushes me, just like that, he breaks me, leaving me alone to be broken. Maybe fame has chanced him.
I sighed and laid down on the empty bed, my feet at the head, and my head upside down, at the end. I laid there quietly, hearing voices from down stairs. Then there were stomps, signalizing there was someone coming upstairs, maybe someone from the fight from downstairs.
The door slammed open, and an angry looking Elle walked in. She pointed at me.
"You" she accused me, and for what! nothing. She looked like she could burst any time now, and maybe she would burst out on me. And I don't want to come on her bad side, but maybe I'm already there.
"You stole my boyfriend, and now you're going to pay, you little slut. You don't see it do you, he doesn't like you, he only feels sorry for you." I felt my eyes burn, it was a matter of seconds before I was crying.
"I-I didn't steal your boyfriend." I was quite scared to speak, because my voice wasn't steady. She let out a cold laughed.
"And now you're lying, you bitch." She ran over to me, and quickly stood in front of me. Her fist came flying at me, and made contact with my cheek. I tasted something metallic in my mouth, and I recognized it as blood. I jumped off of the bed, and looked at Elle in shock.
"It's all your fault. If you just weren't here." She spoke her thoughts out loud to, but clearly enough so I could hear her. My eyes widened. She isn't going to kill me right? She's just kidding, she doesn't look like the murder type. She reached out for me again, but I dogged away.
"You psychco." Okay so maybe you should think before you speak, this only made it worse. Her eyes flickered dangerously. And she ran to me, she punched me before I could dug away, her fingernails dig into my skin. I yelped out in pain, was she really going to kill me?
"No one is here to help you love." She smiles, a smirk evident in her way of speaking. If I was alone, then no one could save me, nor could someone to get me to a hospital.
"Be afraid, be very afraid." She whispered. My vision got blurry, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I tried to get out of her girp, but it was no use.
"I think I want to have some fun, doing this by hand is way to easy." She let go of me, and I knew it was my chance to escape. So I stumbled back onto my feet. I stumbled to the door, but it was locked, I opened the lock, but it was too late , Elle was back.
"Trying to escape isn't an option love." I turned around, and saw she had a razor in her hand. My eyes widened, and I stumbled back.
"P-please." I pleaded, desperately trying to get out the now almost open door. Elle quickly shut it with her free hand, and locked it. I tried to reached to the door again, but she pulled me back by my hair.
"HELP, HELP!" I screamed, but quickly got quiet when she slapped me hard across the face. She hit me in the gut, and I fell on the ground. I yelped in pain again. She kicked me twice, and then bend down to my level, and I saw the razor shine, dangerously. I gulped, knowing this would be the last thing I would see.
"Say, goodbye to your precious life." I felt pain in my brain, not from the razor, it was still on it Elle's hand, but from the disease, I tried screaming again, just saying something, but it seemed like the words weren't there anymore.
The door slammed open again, I saw Niall, watching in horror, followed by my curly haired friend Harry. I tried saying someonething, but again nothing came out, the pain in my head was unbearable. Niall pushed Elle of me, and rushed to me. His lips moved, but I couldn't make anything out of it. He picked me up, and the last thing I saw was Harry, fighting with Elle. He would probably win. Then my body went limp.
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I opened my eyes, I saw white lights shinning into my eyes. I quickly closed them, confused why there was a bright light shining onto me. I opened my eyes again, seeing the bright light again. This time I closed one eyes, then after some time passed, I opened my other eye. and I looked around. I was in a bright room, there wasn't anything else, only the white room. I made a turn, only to find more bright places. I made more turns, like a dog trying to catch his tail. That was until I heard a voice, a voice coming from no where.
"I can't do this without you, please come back." The voice was followed by sobs. For some reason unknown, I recognized the voice. I wanted to find the person who it belonged to. I wanted to wrap him or her into a big hug, rubbing it's back, making sure the person wouldn't cry anymore.
"I love you, I know it's to late to say this now. But you're the one I want to be with." those words made me stop looking, and I knew I loved this person too. I was only more desperate to find it, until I -on a weird way- opened my eyes again.
I was greeted by less bright lights, and I shot up, from a soft bed. I looked around, finding a boy sobbing at my bed. I took a look around the room, ignoring the sobbing boy I slightly remembered some how. The room wasn't that full. There were two other beds, both empty. Two doors, one probably for the bathroom, and a tv, a cabinet and a closet for each bed.
"Carmen!" I turned my attention to the boy, who looked really happy seeing me. "You're awake." Awake? Then things came flooding back to me. Elle trying to kill me. Harry and Niall saving me, me passing out.
"NIALL!" I cried out, and tried hugging him. But was held back by the thousands of wires, which were attached to me.
Why was I in a hospital? What happened after I actually passed out.