Broken, Chapter One
Tears kept streaming down my face waiting to see the most horrific thing in my life. My parents. Dead. My arms were wrapped around my waist as I continued to shake as if I was a cat soaked to the bone. A hand was placed on my cold fragile shoulder, making myself shiver. It was time.
"Are you ready to see your parents Isabella?" Doctor Styles asked.
I was never use to anyone calling me by my full name, but in this situation I didn't want to address it. Slowly, I sat up following the doctor to the room that held my dead parents bodies. Lifeless, and never moving forward bodies. Once we reached the room, Doctor Styles opened the door revealing my parents. I walked over slowly breaking down crying.
Doctor Styles left the room for me mourn alone in peace and quiet. Their bodies were drenched in their own blood. God why are you putting me through this, and why now? I asked myself. I grabbed a hold of my mother's hand not caring that there was blood all over it. She was my mother and I loved her to death so nothing could keep me away from her.
A small knock was placed against the door, and I sat on the ground quietly. Slowly the door opened and it was the local priest with one of his helpers. He walked over to me holding out his hand for me to take. I slowly got myself up with the priest help, watching him begin prayers for my parents. I kept my eyes closed the whole time while he read out the prayers from his bible which was held by one of his helpers.
"Excuse me for a moment…"I said running out of the room.
I ran fast as I could out the door of the hospital seeing people stare at me as if I were crazy. Without looking I rammed into something that felt like a brick wall. I covered my eyes still crying, not getting up from the cold, and rocky sidewalk.
"Oh my, miss are you alright?" A deep English accent man asked.
I sat there silently not even looking up to see his face. My life was shattered, and there was nobody and I repeat nobody to care for me during this horrible time in my life. My aunt and uncle despised me because they thought I was some whore trying to hook up with their son who is my cousin. He was the one trying to hook up with me. His parents, my aunt and uncle founded out and blamed it on him. But as stupid as I am, I took the blame since I was older and more responsible. I never liked my aunt and uncle because they always doubted me and my parents because we weren't as wealthy as them.
My grandparents are all dead due to all having cancer. My mother's mother died of breast cancer three years ago when I was fifteen. My mother's father died of lung cancer when I was five so I barely remember him. For my dad's side, both of his parents died of pancreatic cancer on the same day, which was their anniversary.
"Miss are you alright?" The man with the deep English accent asked again.
I felt a warm pair of eyes rest upon me as if they were two angels floating above me. I finally looked up seeing two warm green eyes look at me sympathetically. He kneeled down in front of me lifting my chin up slightly.
"Now what's wrong hun?" He asked.
"Death…." I mumbled.
His hands soon grabbed a hold of my waist, lifting me back up. I regained my posture beginning to stare into his eyes. I realized that I had mascara all over my face and my hair was a ratty mess. He gave me a cheeky smile whipping away a tear rolling down my cheek.
"Let's get you inside, its freezing out here." He said wrapping his arm above my waist.
We walked silently inside the hospital together grabbing everyone's attention. Once we reached the room the held my dead parent's bodies, a door suddenly came open revealing Doctor Styles.
"Oh Harry, what are you doing here?" Doctor Styles asked.
"Helping this nice young lady to where she needs to be, and you left your cell phone at home." He said handing Doctor Styles his phone.
"Thank you son, now excuse me there is an emergency up on the third floor." Doctor Styles said before making his way to the elevator.
There was a moment of silence due staring into each other's eyes. I was completely mesmerized by his deep green eyes that shined when the light hit them at the perfect angle. I forgot why I was even here for a moment.
"Thank you." Was all I said trying to get out of our stare.
"You're welcome….?"
"Isabella, but people usually call me Bella." I stated, yet whipping another tear strolling down my cheek.
A smile went across his face, revealing his magnificent dimples and shiny white teeth. I blushed looking down at my feet before grabbing a hold of the door handle leading me into the scary white room.
"Wait, before you go…could I call you some time?" Harry asked, and I nodded my head.
Harry handed me his phone which was an iPhone 4s. I put my contact under Bella xo, putting in the seven digits that was my cell phone number. Once I finished I handed his phone to him, flashing one last smile before making my way into the room.
"I'm sorry for leaving Pastor Tom, just over whelming that's all…." I said quietly.
"No need to worry my dear, it's alright. I understand it is a very hard time for you but…something good will come out of this. I can sense it right now in this very hospital that something good will happen or did already my dear. Trust me." Pastor Tom stated, and I think he was right.
When you lose everything you had,
You feel broken.
When you lose the people you love,
You feel broken.
But when you fall in love with someone that would die for you,
Your feel complete.
