𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

43 = you ready?

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 7th 1987

"survivor of the explosion that happened on santa monica boulevard last friday, kennedy white, has started to raise suspicions amongst the entire state of california."

i roll my eyes at the news channel that's playing on the tv in my hospital room. this is isn't the first time i've come across myself plastered on each and every news station.

"yes, this teenaged girl looks strikingly similar to the actress, brandy alexander, who passed this summer in a fatal car accident." i watch the second news anchor say, "it is yet to be confirmed, but people are speculating alexander never actually died, but faked her death and is now going by kennedy white."

"and you know what? that is not uncommon for all these young actors and actress'. the fame goes to their heads! makes them crazy-"

i click the off button on the remote, my room now falling silent.

i've been discharged from the hospital and nothing is keeping me from leaving besides the fact that there are over 30 photographers and reporters outside waiting for me.

"kennedy." my nurse pops her head in my room, "your ride is here."

"my ride?"

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the elevator dings and the doors open, revealing the lobby of the hospital and three nervous faces.

my face drops as i realize they aren't strangers, but the corey's and jason.

"you gonna get off that thing before it takes you back up?" jason asks, referring to the elevator i still haven't left yet.

i hesitantly step out, "you- you guys remember me?"

"if you would've asked me that two days ago i would've said i've always remembered you. but, we found your letters."

the three of them hold up the envelopes i gave them last week at the bar.

"guess we got brainwashed or something, huh?" jason laughs, before pulling me into a hug.

i'm absolutely stunned, no sentences are forming in my head at the moment, but i am so happy.

"so an explosion?" feldman chuckles, "that was your big entrance to the 80s this time?"

i pull away from jason to look at all of them, "my- my last time."

"what?" corey haim's eyebrows scrunch together.

before i can explain, the photographers start to become rowdier outside. their cameras are flashing photos through the windows of the hospital.

"come on, let's go." jason throws his arm over my shoulder, ushering for us all to walk outside and brace the obnoxious crowd.

i can't make out one, clear sentence from the news reporters or paparazzi. they're all yelling at the same time as the four of us make our way through them.

"where'd you park?" i yell to jason, even though he's right beside me.

"right there!" he points to his black corvette.

"get in, get in!" haim motions for me to hop in the back seat with him.

jason runs to the other side and i slam my door shut. the noise from outside immediately becomes muffled.

"they're calling you brandy," feldman laughs, turning around in the passengers seat, "don't they think brandy is dead?"

i'm panting out of breath as i look at my three friends confusedly, "you haven't seen the news?"