excuse me for the late update, however, chapter seven was pretty long :)
➴ estella
I woke up to someone shaking me as they whispered my name.
My eyes shot open as the familiar voice made it's way to my ears. I rubbed my eyes as the light hit me, quickly adjusting to the different lightening.
"Morning darling. Ready to pack up?" Mum said.
I'm doing amazing mother, I don't feel half bad anymore.
"I guess," I grumbled. Personally, I never was a morning person but she was.
She clapped her hands together, quickly rushing over to my closet.
I sat up in my bed, watching as she took out the boxes in a rush, shoving anything that was in her way in any of the boxes. I watched as she frantically moved, amused at how my mum wanted me out and home. When she lifted my guitar, I quickly threw my blanket off and ran to grab hold of the instrument.
"I'll take this, don't worry."
Mum sent me a glare, her brown eyes staring at me.
I shrugged, setting the guitar on my bed and grabbing a pair of shorts and a random shirt from a box, going off into the bathroom.
Changing out of the stupid hospital pajamas, I shimmied my way into the shorts and shirt which were now baggy on me. Sighing as I stared at the reflection, I wished that I still kept the same weight I was before this all happened.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and gathered all my stuff from the bathroom and placed them into my beach bag which I never used.
Gathering all the lose hair ties and such, my mum knocked on the door.
"Hurry up honey, you're stuff is packed. I just took off the sheets and placed them in a basket."
"Okay." i said.
Upon opening the door all my boxes were by the entrance.
"It's Friday Estella. Ask that boy if he could do you the favor." She smiled.
I nodded, walking out of the bathroom.
The room, so empty. It looked as if the color had drained, just like I did when I was diagnosed.
I would miss this place. Although it's full of tears, screams and pain, it was like a home to me.
"Come on honey, dad will be back to pick up your stuff."
I nodded, swinging the bag of my bathroom stuff on my shoulder.
Mum opened the door, me coming out and strolling the blood tank machine.
I felt multiple pairs of eyes on me, sympathetically hoping for the best.
I didn't want any sympathy. I was going to make it.
As I started walking to the Check-Out desk, I began to feel dizzy.
Setting the bag on the floor, I took breathes.
Mums hand was on my back, waiting for me to continue.
"I'm alright," I panted. Instead of me taking the bag, mum did.
I continued my journey to the elevator, thinking of what my room looked like and how I left it.
The drive home was quiet, mums legging bouncing up and down.
I stared at her strangely, waiting for the ride to be over with.
People were roaming the streets, teens laughing with a cup of Starbucks in their hands, business people rushing to whenever they had to go, their suitcases filled with papers. A cup of coffee nearly spilled out of a women's hand. She sighed, taking one last sip and throwing it in a nearby garbage can.
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Safe and Sound [h. styles]
Fanfiction❝it's eating away her at her life day by day, Estella only being able to survive on the needles pushing through her skin.❞ [harry styles fanfiction; written in may 2014.]