Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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Now, October 26th.
Today is my birthday, I turn eighteen.
From now on, I should be responsible for everything I do or think of doing. I've reached full growth, and should start being more independent, more self sufficient.
On my way to the locker, I took a glance at Liam who's been staring at me for almost five minutes now. And then I found him reaching for me.
"What do you want?" I opened my locker, fixing my gaze at it with curled lips.
"Happy birthday, Cupcake!" He grinned, and I cringed at the nickname before realizing he also brought a whip creamed cupcake with a blown candle on it.
I put my stuff inside the locker, "I don't like vanilla, or cupcakes." I glare at him, closing the locker shut.
A saddening frown escaped his lips and he looked down with despair.
I let out a sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair. I don't want to ruin anyone's mood today so I'll gladly accept the cupcake. "Thank you." I forced a smile, taking the cupcake from him.
He smiled back, "By the way, have you seen Olivia?" He then asked me.
"No, the whole girl's group skipped school today." I informed him, frowning at the thought of them forgetting my birthday. They could have at least wished me a good day through texts.
"Damn." He pursed his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets. "What a bummer." He shook his head, and I narrowed my eyes with irritation. "I'll see you later, though." He winked and headed to the school's exit.
I was on my way to the door as well before catching professor Ethan peeking out of the class's window.
He hissed my name, wanting me to come inside.
I remember the last time I talked to him was when we had a fight about me exposing his secret lab, which has been an exclusive news in school's magazine, everyone still makes fun of him, calling him 'Dexter.' As much as I feel guilty about it, as much as it makes me burst into laughter.
I entered the classroom, and my jaw fell wide open the moment my eyes were drawn on a doctor tied with a robe on the chair. It was the doctor I met back at the hospital, when I supposedly woke up from the coma.
"What the heck is this?!" I burst into laughter, almost tearing up.
"Stay quiet!" He anxiously pushed his glasses up the edge of his nose, "I brought him here to know the answers about your coma."
