*Sydney Roswell's POV*
"Why the f*ck would they blame it on me? Was I the one driving the freaking car? Don't they know the meaning of the word accident? They should blame the truck driver! Or OJ herself." I contented trying to sound fine, but I'm very far from being one. This sh*t is insane.
"That's what I have been desperately trying to tell them the whole damn night," Vidia replied in a bit of frustration.
And I turned my head to Kevin when he said, "But some others are insisting that if you didn't snatch her boyfriend, she couldn't have broken up with him yesterday and went home so early that then lead her to an accident because she could have driven while out of her mind because of madness and a broken heart. And it was all because of you, Syd. Some said that if they cou
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "Eeeeep! Sydney, Sydney, Sindeeeey!" Emma screeched in enthusiasm as she finally went out of the classroom after talking to Ms. Valerian, our lovely History teacher, about the assignment for next week. And I have been waiting for her right at the side of the hallway near our classroom. "Why so excited, Ems? Bad news?" I asked her, expecting that she got some good news to tell, and she gripped my left arm tightly with both her hands as we began walking. She excitedly answered, "Well, since OJ can't make it for that class activity, Ms. Val will just give her a special work if ever she will finally be back, while meeeee--- I will work with you!" My eyebrows met, puzzled by her news, and I asked her in curiosit
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- A groan escaped my mouth as I just woke up, and I fluttered my eyes open. The first thing I saw is white—a very bright light. I squinted my eyes and tried to roam my gaze around me and found another white view. The walls are white. Oh, let me guess... I'm in a hospital room. Hospital, the place I hate the most to be at, next in being at the academy. Why am I here in the first place? Wait, what has happened to me? Damn! I was driving... And... No. I got into an accident. I did. That was scary as shit, and I never thought that I survived that tragedy. Well, at least I am still alive. But hell, I think I missed my classes. And, oh, how could I forget... my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me wi
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- A month and three days??? That damn long? Wow! Now, I wonder where the heck on Earth my body is? Which room? I need to find it badly. I want to wake up now. But what if... No. I do not believe that I am... D-dead. No. There's no effing way. I couldn't. Right? Fuck. I anxiously sat on the couch to think of the first thing that I will do now that I found out that I was unconscious for a couple of weeks and could possibly be gone from the world of the living. But, no, I am hella sure that I am not dead. I should think optimistically. Then I wondered as to why I could sit on the couch, but I couldn't touch anything? And I just noticed that I am not even sitting. I am damn floating a few inches above it.
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- "Two weeks, Mimi. Dad said that if there will be no changes in her health, they will... They will... She won't come back here anymore. Ever. I don't want it, Mimi. Isn't she too young to die? She is not even eighteen yet. Maybe she needs more time." My little brother cried in the arms of our nanny, and I felt like lightning struck me when I heard his news from our father. No. They can't do that. Why would they let me die? I am just here. Maybe I just need to go back to my body so I can finally wake up. But they mentioned that I am in New York City. Why the heck would they bring me there? "Let's just pray hard that OJ will get better sooner. I know she will be back here and alive, JC. Don't lose hope, son." Mimi replied while trying to hold hersel
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- Staring at my unconscious self makes me feel a bit hopeless. Why can't I go back inside? What is the matter? What is the right thing to do to make it work? I sighed and decided just to leave the room. I will get back here after I hear anything from my father about my condition. I want to know his reason for agreeing just to let me die if ever I won't show obvious signs of getting better after fourteen days. I am just wondering why I am a ghost. Maybe I'm really dead. But no, I believe I can go back, that I am still alive. Perhaps a little longer is all I need to get better. But fourteen days is like... Shit. Especially if I really did not show any improvements since the time I got into that accident. Maybe I just need to sleep here, and perhaps i
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* ---- "Hi, Ollie! Good morning, my little ray of sunshine! I know the sun hasn't come out yet, but I'm here early because we got a breakfast meeting with an investor, and Candice and I will have a flight home after that. We will check on your brother, and we will be back here soon. Maybe he will come with us. He surely misses you so much and has been wanting to see you soon. Please do good here, alright? Get well." My father whispered after planting a kiss on my forehead while holding my right hand gently, and I looked at my ghost right hand when I had felt something weird on it. I felt his touch. Woah! Could it mean something good? That means I am still connected with my physical body, right? Oh, my ghost! "I'll see you soon, Ollie." He muttere
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked to my bed to lay down. I just arrived in my room after searching for anyone who could notice me and help me out. Another day has passed, and eleven days is all I have left. I feel worried, anxious, and a bit hopeless. I don't know what to do anymore, but I can't give up. I need to keep going. Perhaps I should go to the Academy since I am done wandering at the mall, parks, streets, and other places where there are many people, which I hoped that I could find the hero that could save me from death. I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand and saw that it is already dismissal time at the PWA. There will be only a few students there. Maybe tomorrow. When my g
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- Feeling all of the confusing sensations a person could feel, Grace and I slowly turned our heads to the girl who owned the laptop, where there are pictures that look so familiar with the people we both knew. And I am having a hard time believing and repudiating the possible reason why there are pictures of Sydney and Harvey on Daisy's computer. Could she be the one who gave me those pictures? Why would she do so? I noticed that Grace's face is turning red, and she's been taking a deep breath. And I truly know that she is angry, but she's trying to hold it. Instead of confronting our friend, she scrolled something in the computer, then opened a folder named Photoshop XFiles. I tried to see what was in there, yet it was empty. I know what Grace would want to see. The pictures- the edited ones.