What I Don't Remember
Car Ride
I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a car with Harry, Liam, Niall, and Perrie. I stared intently at Harry who looked like he was in a rush to get somewhere. I just hoped he wasn’t planning on taking me to the hospital.
“Hurry, she’s losing more blood.” Perrie said, holding a towel to my nose.
“Where are we going?” I muttered weakly.
My eye lids fluttered as I went in and out of consciousness. As much as I believed that I needed to go to the hospital, I would do anything to keep myself from going back there. I had just been released from the hospital earlier today and just the thought of being in that lonely room brought me to tears. The only place I wanted to go was either home or back to the cabin. I couldn’t wrap my mind around how I could go from having so much fun to being in total despair. I remembered the party and cringed at the fact that I had probably ruined the night for everyone.
“Paris, we are going to the hospital. You’re losing a lot of blood.” Perrie said.
I shook my head in disbelief, and pulled her hand away from my nose. The towel that Perrie had been holding against my face fell onto my lap and I had to keep myself from throwing up at what I saw. The once white towel was now completely soaked in my blood and so were several others that had been laid out beside me on the car seat.
“Please, don’t take me to the hospital!” I cried, “I want to go home to my mom.”
Everyone looked at me and then exchanged glances with each other. Tears rolled down my face as I realized that none of them were probably even listening to me. Harry pulled the car over on the side of the road and then unbuckled his seatbelt. He exited the car and before I knew it he had squeezed himself between me and Perrie in the back seat. I closed my eyes as he used his thumb to wipe away the many tears making their way down my face.
“Paris, we have to take you to the hospital, this could be serious.” Harry said.
“It’s not serious. It’s probably just a side effect of my prescription medicine.” I said, trying to sound convincing.
“I know you don’t want to go back to the hospital, but I don’t think there is much your mom can do to help you.”
“There is plenty she can do to help!” I screamed, “You don’t know anything!”
I crossed my arms over my chest as the car fell into complete silence. Harry stared at me as if I had lost my mind before tossing me my cell phone. I turned on the screen and saw that there was an entire feed of text messages between me and my mom.
Mom: Honey, where are you? I’m worried sick.
Me: Mrs. Leanne, this is Harry. Something’s wrong with Paris.
Mom: What is it? Is she alright?
Me: I don’t know. Her nose won’t stop bleeding and she’s also been coughing up a lot of blood.
Mom: Take her to the hospital. I’ll meet you there.
Me: Mrs. Leanne, she insists on going home. She’s crying and everything.
Mom: I don’t care if you have to drag her to that hospital by her feet. Just make sure she gets there. See you then.
I shut the phone off and threw it on the floor.
“I’m not going.” I said firmly.
“Paris, but your mom said-“
“I don’t care what my mom said. I want to go home and you’re going to take me there.”
Harry looked at me with concerned eyes before hopping back into the driver’s seat. He was fastening his seatbelt when a truck came at us full force from behind.
“Hurry, she’s losing more blood.” Perrie said, holding a towel to my nose.
“Where are we going?” I muttered weakly.
My eye lids fluttered as I went in and out of consciousness. As much as I believed that I needed to go to the hospital, I would do anything to keep myself from going back there. I had just been released from the hospital earlier today and just the thought of being in that lonely room brought me to tears. The only place I wanted to go was either home or back to the cabin. I couldn’t wrap my mind around how I could go from having so much fun to being in total despair. I remembered the party and cringed at the fact that I had probably ruined the night for everyone.
“Paris, we are going to the hospital. You’re losing a lot of blood.” Perrie said.
I shook my head in disbelief, and pulled her hand away from my nose. The towel that Perrie had been holding against my face fell onto my lap and I had to keep myself from throwing up at what I saw. The once white towel was now completely soaked in my blood and so were several others that had been laid out beside me on the car seat.
“Please, don’t take me to the hospital!” I cried, “I want to go home to my mom.”
Everyone looked at me and then exchanged glances with each other. Tears rolled down my face as I realized that none of them were probably even listening to me. Harry pulled the car over on the side of the road and then unbuckled his seatbelt. He exited the car and before I knew it he had squeezed himself between me and Perrie in the back seat. I closed my eyes as he used his thumb to wipe away the many tears making their way down my face.
“Paris, we have to take you to the hospital, this could be serious.” Harry said.
“It’s not serious. It’s probably just a side effect of my prescription medicine.” I said, trying to sound convincing.
“I know you don’t want to go back to the hospital, but I don’t think there is much your mom can do to help you.”
“There is plenty she can do to help!” I screamed, “You don’t know anything!”
I crossed my arms over my chest as the car fell into complete silence. Harry stared at me as if I had lost my mind before tossing me my cell phone. I turned on the screen and saw that there was an entire feed of text messages between me and my mom.
Mom: Honey, where are you? I’m worried sick.
Me: Mrs. Leanne, this is Harry. Something’s wrong with Paris.
Mom: What is it? Is she alright?
Me: I don’t know. Her nose won’t stop bleeding and she’s also been coughing up a lot of blood.
Mom: Take her to the hospital. I’ll meet you there.
Me: Mrs. Leanne, she insists on going home. She’s crying and everything.
Mom: I don’t care if you have to drag her to that hospital by her feet. Just make sure she gets there. See you then.
I shut the phone off and threw it on the floor.
“I’m not going.” I said firmly.
“Paris, but your mom said-“
“I don’t care what my mom said. I want to go home and you’re going to take me there.”
Harry looked at me with concerned eyes before hopping back into the driver’s seat. He was fastening his seatbelt when a truck came at us full force from behind.
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1/6/15