I glance at Lizzie and her eyes are bulging out.
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“Rosie!” Sterling scolds me.
I end the call. He is not in a position to judge or dare I say, scold me.
“You went nuts.” Lizzie says.
“I never thought you had it in you. Cheers.” She says with a proud smile.
Leave it to Lizzie to be proud of me for cussing someone out.
But to be honest, I feel kind of liberated.
A satisfied feeling lingers in the air.
I roll my eyes playfully at Lizzie and she chuckles.
In no time, we reach a very large modern house. It&
And that’s the last thing I hear before the world around me starts to spin.I then fall and slip into a peaceful darkness.........I flutter my eyes open slowly and I’m welcomed with bright white light.Am I dead?Am I in heaven?How did I even die? I don’t remember a single thing.My eyes begin to adjust to the light and now I can tell that I’m laying down on my back, obviously on a small bed.The ceilings remind me of when I used to visit my grandmother in the hospital.I try to turn my head and a sharp pain instantly takes over the front of my head.Damn,
Now I’m alone with only my thoughts.But even my thoughts seem to be getting more quiet.I then black out......Ouch.Something bit my arm.I was sleeping blissfully. Blissfully away from all the drama and happenings in my life.But something bit me and woke me up from paradise.My eyes flutters open and I furrow my eyebrows.The room looks blurred for a quick second and then my vision begins to adjust.“She’s awake.” I hear a familiar voice.“Are you sure?” I hear
I turn to look at him and I remember the Sterling I fell in love with. He’s the same person standing here today, I just know his flaws now......Gosh, he looks so broken.Well, I am too. He broke me.But broken pieces can be glued together again, right?I’m willing. I’m willing to glue the broken pieces.“Wesley, please give us the room.” I say formally.“You got to be kidding me.” Wesley says in frustration.“Please.” I say to him.He looks at me for a few seconds and sighs.
“Hi Jason.” I say.......What in the world is Jason doing here?The last time I heard from him was when he texted me and I ghosted him.This is not good.Why is it not good?I already found out Sterling is bipolar and very much obsessed with me; I don’t want anything triggering him to relapse.Hence this hot human by the name of Jason.Jealousy is a powerful emotion. A dangerous and ruthless one at that.But how do I even know if Sterling would be jealous?Jason greets my mother and Lizzie while he sits down in the chair next to Lizzie.
Yeah, I know. Savage.Such a basic and formal emoji to a string of beautiful emojis illustrating love........Air.Sweet fresh air.I’m free, I’m finally free!No more hospital beds, no more pale colored rooms, no more people thinking I’m going to kick the bucket.I have been officially discharged from the hospital, but with a warning.I have to take it easy, no strenuous activity for the next two weeks.That’s fine by me.I’m in my Sterling’s car and we’re driving home. The car ride is relaxing and c
I sigh as I ring it for the third time. This time, I hear the door lock click.It then opens, but who I see is almost enough to make me faint.What the hell is Jason doing here?!.........“Hey.” He says.He smiles in a flirtatious way.Oh goodness, somebody help me.“Hey.” Sterling says.“If you don’t mind, we need to get in the apartment.” He continues. His voice holds authority.“Oh. Yeah, sure man.” Jason says as he opens the door wider.I want to disappear!Sterling gestures me to step in and I do so. He
I feel like my life is just out of place and I don’t understand crap........“Wake up, Dork.” I hear a voice say.I twist and turn in my sleep. The softness of the duvet makes me moan and I hug it even tighter.A sudden light suddenly shines in my face. My eyes are closed but I can feel the intensity of the light.I groan and turn the other side.“Bro, get up.” I hear the voice again.This time I feel strong hands rock me. But not in attempt to make fall asleep, but in attempt to wake me up.I open my eyes finally and I’m met with the image of a m
My memory of her is returning in bits and pieces, but I’m grateful. Everything is turning normal again and I pray it stays that way........“Hey, girl!” Lizzie hits me. She sounds excited and bored at the same time. I didn’t even think that was possible.I hug her and she half hugs me back.She enters the house holding a box. I wonder what’s in it.“What’s with the box?” I ask as I close the door.She walks right past me and enters in the living room. She flops on the couch and puts the box on the coffee table.The box is light brown and not too large. It also doesn’t lo