How could I explain what I felt when all I felt was such anger?
"Miss? Please explain what happened." The snoopy police officer pleaded.
"My boyfriend and I were at a club and he told me he was getting some air so I watched him leave the club. I continued dancing with my best friend. He took a long time so I told my bffl that I was going to go and check on him. When I got outside I heard a bang. So, I rushed to where I heard it and saw my boyfriend there surrounded by his own blood. I took him in my arms and called 9-1-1. I just held him there while he was dying. I was watching him die. What do you think I would feel?!" I snap. She monitions me to continue going.
"When the ambulance finally came after a long 2 minutes and they announced that he was dead. I cried for hours until you guys came. He was 5'11" and had died blonde hair. He was really kind and everyone liked him. He was intelligent and played every sport. He was an A plus student and spoiled me often. He was my boyfriend for 3 years and he's 19. He was my high school sweetheart. When we both got accepted to UCLA we decided it would help our relationship if we both went to UCLA. You kn ow the rest… we were celebrating tonight." I sniff. The police looks at me with a sympathetic look.
"Sorry." She says.
"DON'T SAY YOU'RE SORRY WHEN YOU DON'T CARE!!!!!!" I yell jumping up and storming out of the police station. I run to my favorite park and ball my eyes out. I feel a tap on my shoulders and I look at my boyfriend? I jump up and hug him.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" I say peppering his face with kisses. He looks at me with a bewildered look. I continue peppering his face with kisses until something interrupts me.
"Niall?" Someone asks. I gasp.
"Niall?!" I yell taking a step back.
"Ya." He says with a smirk on his face. I get closer and slap his gloating face. He looks at me shocked. The boy who asked Niall comes closer. I back away. The boy comes closer and closer until he slaps mine. Niall's shocked face looked so angry that if looks could kill the boy would've have been killed like 500 times.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. It's an instinct. Niall's like my brother and I protect him with my life." The boy says proudly. I smile at that.
"My boyfriend said the same thing." I whisper sadly looking at the ground. The park starts to move from side and side and I try to stay with the movement.
"Are you okay?" The boy asks.
"Said?" "Niall" says.
"Said." I confirm before falling to the ground.
I wake up on an unfamiliar couch. I try to move my mouth but no sounds come out. I move my hand and punch the couch to get "Niall"'s attention. He flinches before looking at me with sad eyes.
"Hi, Ana. I noticed you in the back of my eyes trying to talk. Unfortunately you can't… I mean you physically can you choose not to. So, you fainted a few hours ago and the doctor said that A) When your friend died your ability to talk was fading because you were so broken B) Since you can't talk the doctor requested that you stay with us until you can talk." "Niall" says smiling wide.
I'm going to be living with a bunch of…. strangers.

Notes

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