*Sydney Roswell’s POV*
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A man’s cry echoed in the alley after I hit his gut hard thrice with my left knee while holding his head down, locked on my side, and I let him go. His face landed first on the dirty, cold ground, and I stepped back from him. He groaned and tried to stand up but failed, and he clutched his stomach. That must have been hurting like his broken nose, but I don’t feel sorry at all.
He effing snatched my wallet! And what am I supposed to do? Pet him? Not even close! I have lots of valuable things in it. All my money, ATM cards, IDs, and much more stuff are there. Heck, even the key to the room we were staying in is there.
And thinking about my wallet, I looked around to find it, but there seemed to be no signs of my precious wallet anywhe
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "Oh, well… that doesn't sound good… on my part. Sh*t. I'm in deep sh*t, Vid." I muttered and rubbed my temples with my right fingers, and I let out a heavy sigh. "Indeed, dipshit. Why the heck did you get snatched in the first place, huh? What are you going to do now? You can't even get back here. And I don't even know if you have eaten dinner already. What are you going to eat for the next few days, huh? Tell me! Didn't you put even a one-dollar bill in any of your socks? Bra? Panty? Anywhere in your body? You didn't, did you, Sydney? Tell me! You are going through hell right now! God knows what will happen to you there while broken as f*ck." Vidia ranted worse than my dead grandma and mom combined, and I bit my lower lip because she's damn right. I didn't. I have no other extra money anywhere exce
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---My hands were shaking as they covered my mouth, seeing the person so dear to me lying on the cold concrete while her blood began flooding around her. Shock is an understatement of what I am feeling right now, and all I can do is hope that this is not the reality, that I am just dreaming, a bad, tragic dream, a nightmare, indeed."This is not real. This is not happening. Oh, my gosh! Syd?" I muttered, my voice breaking while I could feel my knees getting weaker, and I slowly fell on my knees.I couldn't dare to look at her face right now, and I tried to touch her left leg. She's not moving, and all I can hear is something ringing in my ears as my surroundings move so slow while my vision becomes blurry.
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---I was sitting down on the couch near Sydney's bed while her best friend sulked beside her and blamed her for being so careless, reckless, and everything a true friend can say to the person she cares about so much. "You are such an idiot, Syd! Do you know that? Of course, you are aware of that." Vidia ranted and wiped the tears that streamed her cheeks. She looked around and took a deep breath, and she stood up and walked near me. She took off her backpack and then placed it on the couch beside me.Vidia went back to my girl and sat again on the stool at her right side. She took out her phone from her hoodie jacket's left pocket and scrolled something on it."You know what, Sydney? I'm telling your homies. They need to know about what happened to you here. This is something that shouldn't be kept secret from your family. I don't f*cking care about what you told me. I'm calling them." The concerned and ang
*Sydney Roswell's POV*—"Wha-what did you say?" I asked OJ to make sure I heard her correctly, and she went closer to the bed, where I sat, and looked behind me."Syd, you… oh, no." She muttered, looking astounded and puzzled, and I slowly turned my head behind me to look where she was looking.And I squinted my eyes and looked in disbelief at the person lying behind me. It's not just any person. It's me. And I don't look good."Oh, my! What the…? Who is…" I stammered and hastily tried to hold my face and arms, and I began breathing fast as I felt panicked.I looked at OJ, and she wore the same face as me."How did… I… oh, girl, no! Is this real? Am I just dreaming? Isn't it? This isn't real, right?" I asked my bewildered girlfriend, and she let out a sigh and shook-nodded her head."What does it mean, Oj? Am I in… wait a damn second." I asked her as I tried to get out of the bed and stood beside her, and there, I saw my whole body lying unconscious.
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---I don't know how many minutes, or maybe it's past an hour, since I have kept on staring at Sydney's unconscious body on the bed before me, and I feel nothing else but loneliness. She left. I wanted to go after her, but I didn't have any clue where she was headed, so I stayed because I believed she would come back here. She should, with or without any sign of progress for our mission. I already told her it wouldn't matter, but that girl's stubbornness is ridiculously unbreakable. I don't want to leave her so soon, but we have no other choice if this is meant to happen. What I only wish is to spend the last moments of my life with her, who amazingly did so much for me.While my mind wanders to thinking of the things I like to do with her ghost if she decides to come back to me, I have been noticing that something is off with her heartbeat monitoring machine. It's unstable since earlier. And I don't want t
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Are you not going to wait for your homies, Syd? They are on their way here from the airport. All of them, Adam, Wendy, Kevin, and Emma. And with Vidia, of course." I curiously asked my girl, and she looked back at me as we were about to pass through the closed door of her hospital room. I have finished explaining to her about her current condition according to the doctor, and she seemed to not care about it."Uh... Nope. I don't want to waste time listening to all of them inform me about my stupidity, especially my brother. He's more than Mom and Dad combined when angry. We better go wherever we want. We still have at least thirty-six hours left. Let's use it wisely." She answered and held out her left hand for me to hold, and I warmly smiled in response as I gently grabbed her hand. She's right. We're free to do whatever we want and go wherever we want, except we can't touch things and people in the physical world. And
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Why are you laughing?" OJ asked while pouting her lips and crossing her arms on her chest, and I tried to compose myself from cackling at her silly question."Didn't you hear what I said just a while ago? It's not even two minutes passed yet. So...? Did you? Didn't you?" I asked her as my answer to her question, and she made an adorable thinking face, trying to recall what I told her back at the stairs. I damn confessed my love to her, but she seemed to be not listening at all. Ugh!"Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, right. I... I did hear it. I was just... trying to... you know... confirm it. Yep." She stuttered and laughed sheepishly, and I just mocked her, making her look away from my face and letting out a small, shy smile.Looking at her so happy right now and all good makes me want to cry badly. I may look strong and okay all these moments I spent with her, but I am heavily breaking inside. I don't want to show her how weak I am, how miserable
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"What do you mean, Ma'am?" I asked Marcella, and we followed her when she walked a distance and sat at the nearby bench fronting a closed store."She told me she wouldn't help any ghost." The guy following the woman answered me, and OJ and I looked at him in skepticism."What do you mean?" OJ asked him, and he let out a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders."I don't know. She just won't. She said she's not allowed. I only wanted her to tell my family that I got into an accident yesterday. My unconscious body is at the hospital right now, and none of the staff knew who to call. No one knows me around here because I just got here from Mexico the other week. I only need to tell my parents I'm about to die or not. They have no idea what I have gotten myself in here. And this person was the only one I knew who could hear me. I'm Joseph, by the way. Nice meeting you both!" He explained and reached for a handshake, and I nodded