Chapter Twelve: The Two Of Us Tonight.
I was out on a stretcher in the middle of the road, my eyes barely open. I'd been dreaming, and I couldn't believe it. I'd dreamt it all. I'd crashed into Beth's house, and now I was near death, because of the one I loved. I looked around me, all the faces looked shocked. Beth was standing over another stretcher, crying into her hoodie. I hoped Cher hurt. I really did. I had no-one around me; everyone thought I was at the hospital, picking up Niall. Now, Me and Cher, the two of us tonight, where fighting for our lives. Why had I dreamt that, Why couldn't it be reality? I guess that was just my luck. I'd lost Beth no doubt for attempting to kill her sister. I looked over as they wheeled her into an ambulance. It all went black again, I thought I'd gone for good but they revived me, for what had to be the sixth time. I opened my eyes and looked around again. The damage I'd done, I had most definitely torn a family apart. No matter what happened, I don't think Cher would look or be the same again. I'd wrecked a life for my own gain. But, would you do that for the one you loved? Their house was damaged, their neighbours and heard it all and now the whole street was out, shooting daggers at me as they too carried me into the ambulance. I knew I was dreaming when I saw Louis walking towards the ambulance watching me as the doors closed. It wasn't him; the image didn't have broken arms. But, I still felt so guilty, so different to who I was a few hours before I'd met Louis. He'd changed my life completely, and I was grateful for him being there. He meant a whole lot, and I know, no matter what, he would still be there. He would support me. Well, I hoped so. I'd known him since I was six, and I wasn't planning on losing him now. Not to a slag like Cher. Not to anyone. I was almost definite he'd stick by my side. He'd always been supportive, and I never ever wanted to lose him from my life. And I wasn't going to. I had images of him in my mind, him by my bed, wanting me to pull through so he could tell me how much he cared. Like in my dream. I wish, that was how he actually felt. I wish for once I could have a happy ending. All the way to the hospital was a torture trap. We obviously where going to the one where Louis and Liam where in. I was dreading to see if they saw me, if they already knew what I'd done... I hoped with every part of me they'd forgive me for being so stupid, for being such a life wrecker. We arrived at the hospital, and my worst fears where true nightmares. Louis and Liam where wondering the corridors and they saw me go past. Their faces where shocked. They both looked like they were going cry. Liam seemed to know I'd done it because of Louis, because he gave him such a death stare, I thought he was going to rip his head off when I'd gone past. And then, it all went black, I'd been put under anaesthetic as they operated. I dreamt the same dream, but this time, I knew it wasn't real. I knew it would never come true. As much as I wanted it to be, it would never. My favourite dream turned into my favourite nightmare...