Her Last Wish

Chapter 17

Hello ladies and gentlemen.

I know, I know. You guys were almost certain that I was dead/kidnapped/other vile things. Anyways, I am not and I finally found the time to continue this story. And no. I, Sandra the awesome (not really), promise to never abandon this story again regardless of how many of you are still reading this. I read all of your comments and I feel awful to have stopped writing. Also, my parents have convinced me to keep going. So keep going is what I did. I'm graduating high school in a month so projects, projects, projects, magazine, thesis. Yay. But don't worry, I'll make sure to upload despite the hectic schedule. 

Happy reading!

Sandra xx

Chapter 17

The light felt blinding. I shifted in discomfort as I was awakened and turned away from the sunlight streaming from the window. I had not the idea what time it was but I was certain it was far too late to arrive on time for first period. I groaned in annoyance before willing myself off the bed and shutting the curtains.

What day had it been? It seemed odd that I remembered nothing for I was certain something had happened as I awoke to a tear-crusted face. I paced forward and backward deep in thought struggling to recall whatever it had been that worried me –left me in tears.

Then it hit me.

Drew. Amy. Powell. McKinley.

I lost my balance almost at once. I fell forward towards the floor yet I had not cared. I breathed deeply for I feared I may begin to hyperventilate. I could not allow this to happen to me. I had been aware of the damages caused by emotional stress to my illness and the pain was excruciating.

What had I to do? I loved Drew; I loved him more than life. I could not bear the thought of losing him –betraying him. Indeed we had not known each other long but the instant I laid eyes upon him, I was certain he was different; the instant I had seen the look on his face as I confessed to him my illness, I was certain I loved him. And then there was Amy. How I cared for my sister. I could not imagine life without her. I could not begin to think of putting her in harm’s way for anything. It was unfair. I did not ever wish to choose between Drew and my sister. But I had –and now what? After what occurred last night I was no longer sure of my decision. Had it been wise to choose Amy over Drew?

I no longer wanted to live. Not after this.

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“Hey, you!” I heard a familiar voice say, as I entered Starbucks –where else had I to go?

I smiled in greeting. “Oh, Stef! Hey.” I headed towards the cashier and ordered a non-fat caramel macchiato before seating with Stefani.

“Where have you been, Al? Haven’t seen you in school today,” Stefani asked, as she stirred her Americano with great care. She had been in a better mood today than I had seen her for a long while.

“I was running late and decided to ditch,” I shrugged, before taking a sip of coffee.

“Oh my, seems like little Alice is turning bad,” Stefani commented, a smug expression etched on her face.

“I am not!” I responded quickly in defense. “I was just ……. Not in the mood for school..?” I reasoned, unsure of how I would evade her accusation.

“That’s what they all say in the beginning, Al. But don’t worry, being bad is not that…..bad, really. All you gotta do is not be like B. I mean, I love her to death but with the kind of trouble she always seems to get in to you’d be done for without her brains and balls,” she shrugged matter-of-factly.