𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

23 = escape artist

authors note at end - pls read :)

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2nd 2018
kennedy's point of view

i woke up for the second time to the sound of my own heartbeat coming from a machine. this time i was in a hospital bed instead of the ambulance or the "in between" as corey called it.

i looked to my left seeing a bunch of cords. there was an iv stuck in my arm and i could feel oxygen tubes in my nose.

"kennedy?" i quickly turned my head to the other side.

"harrison, what are you-"

"your mom called me asking if i was with you. i said no and she sounded really freaked out and told me your manager called her worried you were going to hurt yourself ... so i came here." i watched as he fiddled with his hands as he sat in a chair pulled up to my bed.

"they told me you overdosed."

"yeah." i said, my voice was hoarse.

"but you're okay now?"

i nodded my head, "i guess so."

i couldn't ignore the terrified expression on my friends face. i've known harry since the third grade and the way he was looking at me now, all i could see is 8 year old him. with his big, puppy dog eyes that looked teary.

"i'm okay, harry." i corrected myself to reassure him, "where is everyone?"

"your mom, manager, and jason are all out in the hall arguing."

"arguing about what?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

harrison sighed, "your moms mad at michael for not staying with you if he had a feeling something was wrong, and she's mad at jason for not answering her calls. that's all i caught onto before i ditched them and snuck in here to be with you."

i rolled my eyes, "none of this is anyone's fault but mine."

it felt as if the beeping from the heart rate monitor was getting louder each second.

"that thing is so annoying, it's making me wish my heart would just stop beating." i complained as i layed in the bed.

harry stood up and walked over to it, "or how about i just turn it off?"

he flipped a switch on it, stopping the noise.

"morbid." he mumbled to himself, walking back to his chair.

"i just tried to kill myself, you're probably gonna hear a couple morbid comments for a bit."

"understandable."

i crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes.

"so did you see anything when you were out? like a bright light or heaven?"

i shook my head, "i saw corey haim."

there was silence so i opened my eyes and looked over at harry. his face was scrunched up in confusion.

"it was like, modern corey haim ... if he never died. it's what he'd look like now and he talked to me."

"of course he did."

"what?"

"so you saw corey haim? no god?"

i nodded my head yes, "just corey. no god."

"well did he say anything good?"

"yeah. yeah, he did." i smiled to myself.

"i need to relay a message." i said, sitting up quickly.

"to who?"

"to the world." i pulled the iv out of my arm, cringing at the pain for a split second.

"woah, what're you doing?" harry stood up from his seat.

"we need to go to where they film the news, push the news anchor out of the way and tell my story like corey said. because it's the reason for all of it!"

"kennedy, you're talking crazy. are you feeling okay?" harry tried to stop me from getting out of bed.

"i'm fine!" i took the oxygen tubes out of my nose.

"well, listen ... we don't have to do all that! you have like 2 mill on instagram! go live or something if you wanna tell the world something."

"2 million?" i yelled, "at that halloween party we went to i only had like 980k followers!"

"you're famous, i thought we settled that already." harrison laughed.

"well, i didn't know people are following me. i haven't gone on any social media since after i woke up from my coma." i pouted.

"ken, of course people are following you. you're an interesting person living an even more interesting life. if you have a message to tell everyone, i'm sure they'd love to hear it. you literally have fans. it's not all crazy paparazzi people questioning your existence." he explained with a smile.

"i still have to get out of here." i said, getting out of bed and grabbing my things.

"are you even allowed to leave? don't they wanna keep you overnight?"

i shrugged, "we'll probably have to sneak out so let's go."

"oh god." i heard harrison whine behind me as i cracked the door open a bit to look out into the hallway.

i could see my mom, jason, and michael all standing in a circle holding coffee cups down the hall. they don't appear to be arguing, but i could see the annoyed look on my mom's face.

i grabbed harry's hand and took him the opposite way.

"what are you doing?" i whispered, feeling his hands on my back.

"i don't want your gown to come untied and have you accidentally flash someone your bare ass!"

"aw, you're a sweet friend." i said to him, "good point though, i'll be right back!"

i ran into the bathroom so i could change into my clothes that are currently folded in a plastic bag.
this way i don't one, flash someone my ass like harrison said, or two, get caught trying to leave early before being discharged. i think someone running towards the exit in a hospital gown would be way more suspicious than someone in regular clothes.

once i exited the bathroom, harry and i took the first staircase all the way down to the first floor. it took us a good 15 minutes though because i kept getting dizzy and almost missing steps.

"you were just flatlined an hour ago, how are you even up and walking?" harrison chuckled as he helped me down off of the last step.

"i'm on a mission." i said in a very serious tone.

he let out a long sigh, "i feel like you're always on a mission, miss white."

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y'all i'm scared because we're almost at then end of this book ... well the plot at least. but i REFUSE i'm going to brainstorm more ideas to make this sequel longer than intended bc i'm not ready to be done w these characters and the storyline :'(

so don't worry ! more chapters to come esp 80s chapters :)

ily all thank u for sticking w me and supporting this book and the mandela effect <3 much love