Survivors

I wake up to the early morning light streaming through the window. I turn onto my side, groaning. I check the clock, it reads 6:00 am. Great. I know I wont be able to fall asleep again! I lay back down, but am shocked out of my trace when a knock sounds on the door. I shoot up from the mattress, and a burning pain erupts in my legs, reminding me that my legs are still immobile. The pain makes me let out a scream of agony. Suddenly Harry bursts in the door, running to my bedside. "Are you ok," he whispers as he takes my hand, cradling it. I nod, still in too much pain to speak. After a few minutes of much needed silence, I say, "Why are you here so early." He sighs and kneels down beside me. "I really couldn't sleep. Thoughts just kept nagging at me all night," he murmurs as he brushes a piece of my raven black hair from my face. I give him a small smile before responding, "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask in a gentle voice, feeling something close to sympathy for him. "Nah, its not something you should worry about," he replies with a sad smile as he takes a seat in the chair next to my bedside. He still hasn't let go of my hand. I sigh. I was having the same problem last night too. It hurts that I want him so much, but I know I cant have him. No matter how much we will get to know each other over the next few weeks, he can never be mine. He's in the biggest boy band in the world, and I'm just a normal 18 year old girl. My heart aches at the thought. How could I fall in love with someone that I had only met yesterday. I was always the good kid in the family. The "Goody too Shoes" as my brother used to say.
"When will you be out of the hospital?," Harry asks, looking me in the eye. "I'm supposed to be out in three weeks, why?" I ask in a very gentle voice. That's interesting, I've never been that soft with anyone since my family died. They died in the fire that burned my house to the ground. I was in Florida for a school field trip, but my father, mother, brother, and sister were in the house. They were asleep when it happened so they didn't get out in time. That was three years ago. I no longer regret the past, but accept it. Nothing could be done. I live in the present now. And the present is Harry. "I will also be released in three weeks," Harry interrupts my thoughts, as he quietly leans forward in his chair, gazing at me with an almost adoring look. "Why are you her," I ask him, as I scoot forward in the bed, careful not to move my legs. Harry stays silent, his eyebrows furrowed as he most likely thinks. He finally speaks, saying, "Do you want to see?" I nod silently. He turns around and starts to tug on the hem of his shirt. My breath catches in my throat. Why did he have that effect on me? He pulls the shirt over his head, revealing a long gash that ran from his left shoulder blade to his right hip. The skin around the gash was blue, and purple while the edges of the gash were a sickly yellow. I gasp, my mouth slightly open, totally speechless. "It's infected, and so is this," He says as he turns around revealing his chest, except it didn't look like the chest I had once seen online. The skin was torn and had gashes everywhere. The skin was also a blue, purple color with yellow around the edges. I couldn't move. I could only think one thing, and I embarrassingly said it, "It's beautiful." He stares at me like I'm crazy and then does the last thing on the face of the earth that I ever thought he would do. Something most girls would die for, he kissed me.

Notes

I'm sorry I only updated tonight! I had a shitty day! First off, I slept in and of course, was late for work. (uggh!) When I got home, there was a note from my boyfriend saying that my parents called and left a message to come over for dinner. I ran over there and only got back about an hour ago and boy can my parents be tiring! Well you probably don't want to hear about my boring life, so, Thank you!