Death cannot be trusted (a Kurt Cobain story)

Dumb

When I opened my eyes, everywhere was bright. I had to squint just to see. I looked over and saw a heart monitor and an IV tube. I looked down and I was wearing a hospital gown. Where am I? "Liv you're awake," I heard someone say. I look over and see someone laying on a couch.

Chris.
"Where am I?" I asked him. He gave me a confused look. "You're in the hospital, Liv." I looked at him for a while. "There was an accident. Someone broke into your house at night and shot you. You've been in a coma for about a month now." How did all this happen? What about Kurt? What about my mom? What about Kayla? Oh God... Kayla. "Where's Kayla?" I asked in a worried fashion. He chuckled slightly. "Don't worry, she went down to the cafeteria for some pudding." As soon as he finished talking, Kayla walked in the room. She carrying a chocolate pudding. She looked like she always does: black ripped jeans, a dark purple tank top, and her vans. "LIV YOU'RE AWAKE," she screamed at me. She ran up and hugged me. "I missed you Kayla," I breathed into her neck. "Well I hope so, considering you've been in a coma for a month." We all laughed and chatted for about a half hour until my doctor came in. She told everyone to leave while ordered a check up on me. When everyone left, my doctor began asking me some basic questions. When she asked me if I was alright, I said no. I told her about Kayla "dying," about me "dying," about Kurt, everything to do with Satan and God, etc. When I was done she looked baffled. "Olivia, I think you might need to see a therapist about this." No... I didn't want therapy. Therapy was for crazy people. I sighed loudly and I think she knew that I didn't want therapy. I'll leave you here to think about it. She gave me some medicine and left me to sleep.

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I opened my eyes and looked up, and saw a face.

It was Kurt's.