I awoke in a rumbling vehicle. I raised my head confused and looked around. I was laying in the back seat of a Nissan. I was still dazed and confused. I saw the driver, so I made a yawing sound to make him notice me. Just then he turned around and sighed. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"Um..What happened?" I asked.

"You somehow crashed in to my car. You don't look so bad but I'm taking you to the hospital." He replied. I touched my stomach which was now bandaged. I looked up at the man, he had brown hair and deep eyes.

"Liam?" I asked. His eyes grew confused.

"Um...yes. Have we met before he asked?" That's when a tea rolled down my cheek. I spent hours thinking about him, and he didn't even know if we've met before?

"I'm Jana, remember?"

"Oh! right, Jana! I remember you!" I bit my lip and stared at the ground. "Oh and you look bruised up, i doubt that was from the accident." He implied. I shook my head.

"Probably from hitting my bed this morning," I lied. "Please just, I don't need to go to the hospital." Liam drove to the edge of the road and then turned around.

"I'm sorry I hit you with my car, I was just going really fast because I had to go to the X Factor. Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? I already bandaged your tummy to stop it from bleeding, but I think you should still go." I shook my head. Liam stared at the floor for a minute for a second then calmly asked. "Were you purposely trying to the hit on the road?" When I never replied he sighed then said "Well I'm kind of in a hurry, so I'm just going to drop you off at home?"

The ride back was silent. It was a coincidence that me and Liam met again, but for the fact he couldn't remember who i was, I might as well take another shot at suicide. We finally got to my house.

"Um..Bye. Thanks for the ride. Good luck in the X Factor." I said to him quietly.

He replied, "Thanks, and stay safe Jana." I flinched at the sound of my name then smiled at him as he drove off.

"I love you." I whispered to myself as his car was out of sight. It was an awkward moment in the car with him, but it made me forget about my horrible life. I turned around and sighed as I walked in the house.

George wasn't home to my surprise, but it's not like I would've cared if he was here. I decided to call Zayn. I rang the phone for 20 minutes and he never replied once. I doubted he was ignoring my calls, but why wouldn't he reply? He had his phone in his pocket 99.7 percent of the time. I didn't do much the rest of the day, I went to the drugstore to grab some Tylenol for the pain in my body, but other than that I just layed in bed the whole day. I awoke by the door slamming. George ran in with a big frown on his face. I didn't bother getting in his way, because I knew that'd make him more angry. But before I could close the door so he couldn't come inside he yelled for me downstairs. I ran down the stairs curios but when I saw George I backed away. He looked like a ugly mess who's been pulling his hair out. He paced the living room stressed again.

When he made eye contact with me I saw his red bleachy eye. "What are you looking at?" He shouted.

I looked down and muttered "Sorry."

"Ugh whatever, did you get the raise?" He asked. I shook my head and quietly said that they had fired me. If I told him what had happened, I doubt he'd have even cared. But I guess saying what I said put his mood of more.

"AH WHY DO I EVEN HAVE TIME FOR YOUR NONSENSE!" He yelled. "Go get yourself a fucking job you ass hole!" I frowned at the statement. And ran back up to my room. In the house, in which Dana layed. I couldn't believe I was still putting up with my life. This summer'll be long.