The Socialites. [✖]

(REVISED) 2. Out of Service.

Revised Version: OUT OF SERVICE.

Sugar

Los Angeles

"Miss are you okay?!"

"Someone call 911!"

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time but I love you"

"You are one of the strongest souls I know, you can pull through and wake up. There is still much you haven't experienced on this earth "

Various voices had surrounded my unconscious state. Fuck....I didn't couldn't remember what hit me. A series of events leading up to the crash flashed before me until those fateful headlights filled my vision before everything turned black.

Gasping for breath abruptly waking up from the nightmare which had become a new nightly occurrence. Facing the darkness of the bedroom I groggily glanced over to my clock seeing 6:55 a.m. in bright red letters. My roommate Harper was still sound asleep snoring away in her bed on the other side of the dorm room completely unaware of my night terror episode.

It's been four months since the car accident. What seemed to be a causal night at first when my good friend Brett and I went to check out the newest installment of our university's student art gallery. As the evening wrapped up I wanted to head home when Brett insisted on hanging out with some other classmates a little longer, a decision that unknowingly saved his life.

I can recall starting up my brand new Ford Fusion headed on my way to my apartment when not even a stoplight later a drunken wrong way driver had crashed into my passenger side flipping my car over the median. Everything from then on was complete blackness with occasional flashes of paramedics rushing me to the hospital, distressed doctors hovering my body, the irregular beats from the heart monitor burned a hole into my ears. I was told I suffered from internal bleeding from fractured ribs that poked at my organs, broken hip, and my heart stopped.

Yup, I was pronounced dead for two minutes whilst undergoing emergency surgery when miraculously my heart began beating once again.

When I woke up, I awoken reborn. The heart beating inside my chest beat altered from its original rhythm, my vision never felt clearer and all the sins of the past erased as if I'd be given a clean slate for a fresh start. People noticed a change in my mannerisms and behaviors but I'd like to think of it as being more refine in my choices.

Despite my aches and pains every now and then life seemingly came back to normal.

"How long have you been awake?" Harper's voice broke me out of my trance. Turning my head watching her shuffle in bed.

"Couldn't sleep" I answered rolling over in my bed, unaware of how long I've been awake. "Did you take your medication last night?" Harper asked before sitting upright on her bed. Even though the lights were off I could see her outline through the light from the crack of dawn outside. "You're still not fully recovered yet and taking your medication is beneficial to the healing process".

"Yeah I did" I responded slightly annoyed from her parent-like persistence rising up from my bed and getting up since Harper woke up probably choosing violence nor did care enough to find out if my observation is correct.

Realizing sleep was no longer an option this morning I jumped out of bed changing out of my pajamas and into some sweats. Grabbing on my UCLA hoodie over my head I told Harper I'd be back soon. The clock struck eight am as I casually strolled the walkway of the university apartments passed several girls taking their walk of shame back to their dorms or cars.