TWENTY THREE

Jane

Tears ran down my face as I gripped at my hair. As much as I hate Prince I didn’t want this. How can he die like this?! How can the idiot die?! I get it! We all have to die, but not yet Prince. Not yet!

“Mrs. Crivelli.” I ignored Andrew. “Mrs. Crivelli. Mrs. Crivelli!”

“What?!” I bark. My eyes snapped open. I was covered in sweat from head to toe. My body was shaking in fear.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Crivelli, but are you okay?”

“I- I- Prince. Dream. I. Dreamt that he died” I wiped my wet eyes, sat up and scratched my now damped scalp. That was the most awful realistic feeling ever. I feel paralyzed.

“Your husband will be okay” I nodded my head and stood up. What if this dream actually comes true? No Cheska. Think positive. I took out my phone and dialed his mother’s number again. This time she ended the call. I bite my lips and close my eyes.

“Come on asshole pull through. You’re a jackass, but please … pull through.” By this time the press had already heard about the incident and