Kaelynn's P.O.V.
Turns out, I never died. None of that ever happened. And when I woke up, I saw Char standing right beside my bed, ecstatic about me being awake. I was in a coma. For six months. I've conjured a dream that was for maybe a couple if months into a span of half a year. And you know what the worst part is? I still think of Rebecca and Mason as if they were real. As if it all happened. 'Cause, it felt like it did.
A part of me thinks that there was a meaning behind all that. That I was being told something. The other part of me thinks I'm going crazy. But no matter how many times I told them it was Brian, they didn't believe me. They said I needed to rest, but I knew what I was talking about. It all made sense. Everything made sense!
Brian, our dad's "friend" who killed him wanted us dead also, for keeping Dad from him. I hate him. I knew there was no good reason to trust him, and yet everybody try to force me to like him. And look where that's got us.
The first night I woke up, after Char left to get the nurse, I saw a figure by the door. It had a familiar body. A feminine one. Mom?
By the time Char had came back, the figure was gone. I had blinked, and it disappeared. I was sure it was Mama, positive. The hair, the fit body, I mean. It screamed her! But, I didn't see it anymore after that.
Tam and Ti offered us a stay at their house, and we gladly took it. We had nowhere to go. And it reminded me of the dream. I just couldn't let that go. I wasn't crazy. At least, I don't think I am.
I kept asking for Mama. I kept asking if she was alive. Nobody knew. Char told me she was in the room beside mine, and visited her everyday. But one day she wasn't there. Nobody even knew if she was dead or alive. That upset me, but it gave me hope. Maybe I did see her that night. If I did, why didn't she come get me? Why didn't she at least speak to me? Wave or communicated with me in some way?
Brian did this to her. He scarred her so much she can't even talk to her kids. Deep down inside he was hated by her. I knew it. If she truly was alive, and aware of what happened.
From that point on, I was full of hate. I hated him, I hated a lot of people. I hate that Ann woman. I hate Mason. I hate Rebecca. I hate police officers. I hate doctors. And Brian was the center of my hatred as I was put in a straitjacket.
A/N: THE END!!! Sorry for the shortness of it. And, yeah. :3
I wasn't really feeling this book anymore. I may not even write the last one.
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Center of My Hatred
Fanfiction(Sequel to Core of My Heart) After a year of the tragic accident, Kaelynn and Charlize still aren't right. They go through the long stages of grief, and maybe develop some disorders on the way. But, that doesn't stop Kaelynn from trying to find the...
