Alone Again

Chapter 3

"Are you crazy or what? What were you thinking while jumping into the pool? I get it you wanted to swim which is totally weird because it's winter but you weren't even trying to swim. Did you forget how to swim or what? What if we haven't come to save you? What if we were late to save you? How could you be so reckless with yourself?" Evan kept scolding her for her mistake. Everyone so disappointed because of her this step. Lydia was close to slapping her but she stopped herself. "She doesn't care that we care so much about her. All she is that she want to die." Lydia taunted her while handing her hot soup to drink. "Come on, give me some rest. I promise I won't do something like that ever again." Amy said while sipping on the hot soup. Elisa came and putted her hand on her head. Amy thought she would caress her head but instead Elisa smacked the back of her head tightly. "Ouch! Why are you hitting this poor little victim?" 

Amy said while pouting. Elisa made a cringe face "Stop that, you look like an ugly pig." Everyone laughed loudly. Before Amy could sip one more time she threw up again. "Oops! I guess I still can't digest food." Olivia took away the plate and James gave her tissue and water. "At least you can sip or have bites of food up to four times. If you keep having food regularly soon your stomach will start digesting everything." Ella said while taking away the glass of water from Amy. She nodded while looking at something. Inside she was debating whether to tell everyone whom she saw today or not, with a final deep sigh she looked at everyone. 

"I saw him at Hannah's wedding." The room fell totally silent. "We had met him too." Michael said while sitting at the couch. "He was asking about you." Amy scoffed lightly while biting her lower lip. "He expects me to show up before him after what he did years ago." Lydia holds her hand and sat beside her. "That's the reason why we want you to tell us the truth, please." Amy shook her head in denial. "No, never. I can't I just can't do that." She got up and was about to go upstairs before she got unbalanced. She blacked out for a second. She was lucky enough not to fall. "Amy your nose is bleeding." Eric pointed at her nose. She rubbed her nose and then looked at her fingers, they were all bloody. 

She ran upstairs to her room's bathroom. She quickly rinses her nose with water but blood didn't stop coming out of her nose. She putted her head under the running water tap and after a while blood wasn't coming anymore. She dried her hairs and combed them but to her surprise, so much hair came out when she combed her hairs. She stared at the bunch of fallen hairs. She threw them in the dustbin and sighed deeply. "It's alright, I am alright." She said to herself while looking at the mirror. She pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket and saw some missed calls from her saved contacts. "What is it? Why did you call me?" She listen the other person with patience and in calm manner. "Alright, I am coming in few minutes." She ended the call and went outside the bathroom.

"I am going outside for some work, I'll be home soon." She said while going downstairs wearing black mask. "Wait! You work?" Evan asked while munching on his half eaten apple. "Yeah I do work, what do you think I'll be doing every day?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, may be chilling at home." She shook her head lightly and went outside the house.

When she finally reached her destination she firstly checked her surrounding just to make sure no one was following her. It was an abandoned building which was way far from the place she lived .As she entered the building her footsteps echoed in the building. After few minutes she finally reached a room which was full of black masked men.

"What you got?" she said as soon as she entered the room. One of the men gave her chair to sit down. She sat down on the chair while relaxing herself. "I think we finally got a lead." She looked at the person speaking. "How much sure are you?" for a moment silence was all you could hear in the room. "80 percent, I guess." She looked at him with her sharp dark brown eyes. "Why?" she removed her mask. "We still haven't confirmed whether he or she is speaking truth or not and also whether that person is he or she."