THE GIRL LOST IN THE STARS

Open your eyes

As the days rolled by, Freddie made it a point to visit Brianna every single day, despite her being in a coma. The doctors were tight-lipped about her condition, leaving Freddie feeling helpless and confused. In the meantime, the police were trying to find the culprit responsible for the theft of Brianna's mother's jewelry. They began interrogating all the catering staff members, hoping to gather more information that could help them crack the case.

As was his daily ritual, Freddie arrived with his cup of black coffee and sat next to Brianna's bed, gazing at her as she lay connected to various machines. His back was pressed against the chair, and his eyes stared blankly ahead. Suddenly, Brianna's hand moved - a slight twitch of her fingers. Freddie assumed he was imagining things, but upon closer inspection, he grabbed her hand tightly.

"Brianna?" he called out, rising from his seat next to her bed. Brianna's eyes slowly opened, and the first thing she saw were Freddie's pearl blue eyes. She tried to speak but couldn't, as she was still in a state of shock and confusion. Freddie's heart swelled with hope as he saw her respond, and he held her hand tightly, hoping that this was a sign of her recovery.

Freddie's heart was pounding as he watched Brianna struggle to speak. Her eyes pleaded with him to stay by her side, and he held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go. "Don't tire yourself, please. Anyone! Please," he cried out, hoping that someone would come and help.

As if on cue, a nurse appeared and rushed to Brianna's side. She immediately called for the doctor, who arrived moments later with a team of medical professionals. They examined Brianna, whispering to one another in hushed tones, amazed at what they were seeing. "It's a miracle," one of them murmured before leaving the room.

Freddie remained by Brianna's side, holding her hand as she struggled to speak. "The necklace...find the ne-" she gasped, before coughing violently. Freddie brushed her hair back and wiped her forehead with a damp cloth, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't worry about it now," he whispered, trying to calm her down. But Brianna was insistent. "Please, Freddie. Find Aurora and make sure she gives it back," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Freddie nodded, his resolve firm. "I'll do anything in my power to help you," he promised, kissing her hand gently. "But right now, you need to rest and get better. Please, Brianna, for me."

Tears streamed down Brianna's face as she nodded in agreement, her grip on Freddie's hand weakening. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, whispering words of comfort and encouragement.
"I'll always be here for you. I'll be back soon. I promise" he whispered once more before letting go of her hand. As soon as he let go of her hand the sound of footsteps approaching caused him to raise his gaze.

Brianna's parents arrived at the hospital as they do every day, but this time they received good news from the doctors. Overjoyed, they rushed into Brianna's room to be with her. Freddie, understanding that this was a family moment, decided to step out of the room but remained at a distance to observe the scene.

He could hear Brianna's mother expressing her relief and gratitude, her voice breaking with emotion. "Thank God you're alive, we were so worried," she said to her daughter.

Freddie respected the family's privacy and gave them space to celebrate this positive turn of events. He understood the importance of these moments and wanted to allow Brianna's family to cherish them.

In a different part of the city, Aurora was confined to her room, refusing to leave. Her curtains were tightly drawn, enveloping her room in darkness. She had been wearing the same clothes for days, and her headphones were on, blocking out the outside world.

One of her brothers barged into her room, calling out her name. He accused her of taking his CDs, but Aurora couldn't hear him, lost in her own thoughts. Her brother approached her and grabbed her headphones, frustrated that she wasn't listening. "Are you deaf? Don't touch my stuff," he scolded before snatching his CDs and storming out, slamming the door behind him.

Aurora was lost in her own despair and didn't care about her brother's anger. She felt like she had nothing to lose anymore since she had already lost the things she valued most: her dignity and purity. She was struggling with a deep sense of shame and guilt that had consumed her.

Her room was a reflection of her state of mind, filled with darkness and despair. She didn't know how to escape the pain and regret that haunted her every waking moment. It was as if she was living in a perpetual nightmare that she couldn't wake up from.

Aurora needed help, but she was too overwhelmed to ask for it. She needed someone to understand her pain and guide her towards healing. She longed for the day when she could find peace and reclaim her sense of self-worth.

On the other end of the spectrum, James and his friends were reveling in the riches they had gained from the sale of the stolen jewelry. With their new-found wealth, they had purchased expensive leather jackets, with their names boldly emblazoned on the back. They looked like a football team, united in their conquest.

Despite the police actively investigating the theft, James and his accomplices were confident that they wouldn't be caught. They were not on the suspect list and had taken measures to cover their tracks.

"This has been the best theft we've ever done!" exclaimed Casper, one of James' partners in crime.

James shared his sentiment, believing that the wealthy individuals they had stolen from deserved to lose their possessions. He couldn't fathom why they would make such a fuss about losing their valuable jewelry when they could easily afford to buy it again.

But it was evident that James had never truly valued anything beyond its monetary worth. He lacked a sense of empathy and morality, unable to understand the gravity of his actions.

"Exactly! Who cares about some stupid golden stuff?" retorted Casper, echoing James' sentiment.

Their shallow worldview and lack of remorse for their actions were a testament to their misguided values. They were blinded by their greed and self-interest, unable to comprehend the harm they caused to others.

The two friends were unwinding on a warm summer evening, enjoying a cold beer at their favorite spot in the city. From this vantage point, they could see every single house, and the view was breathtaking. They leaned against James' truck, lost in conversation and the pleasure of the moment.

However, the beauty of the view belied a harsh truth. Every angle of the city screamed for justice. Behind every door, there was a story, a life, a struggle. The glittering skyline was a facade, hiding the stark reality of inequality, injustice, and suffering.