Last Summers Love (Sorry on Hold):

Day 2 ~ Summer

I open my eyes only to stare at the white of the celing.

No. My celing was never white was it?

It was a light blue right? Wasn't it?

I shake my head like a dog trying to shake water out of his ears.

But I couldn't.

Suddenly the pain washes over me and I realize I was in a hospital room.

Tubes surround me, pumping numerous liquids into me. I see a bed next to mine, so I carefully twist my head in the beds direction.

I gasp.

"Nic-c-c-c-o-o-l-e-e-t-t-e!?", I stammer.

A faint whisper, comes from the figure.

"Hey Iz-z-z-y.", Nicolette says.

"What happened!?", I almost scream at her.

"I don't know, all I saw was a black car, coming toward us, and a flash of headlights."

I sink lower in my bed.

"Were we drunk Nicolette?", I ask her.

"I don't think so, but my memory is so fuzzy I don't remember."

"But Nic--------", I began.

"Oh, honey you're alive!"

A face comes into my line of sight.

I spit out a single and cold word,"Mother."

"Oh, she remembers me! Doctor, Doctor!", her high pitched scream pierces my head, and I feel sick with a headache.

The Doctor comes into the room with his calm (and supposidly reasuring?) face.

"Hello, Miss Jeffris."

"Hell...............o.", I say with a cough.

The 'Doctor' raises his eyebrows at my possibly sweary response, but he doesn't say anything due to the fact of my mother being in the room.

The Doctor speaks in a nasal voice,"Well, Miss Jeffris and her friend were very lucky, one serious cut, a few bruises and scrapes and possible internal damage, but they shall be fine. On the other hand the driver of the car that hit you was not lucky and is dead."

"W-hh-at happened? Was it my fault or the other guys fault?"

Suddenly my mothers eyes filled with a fire,"Of course it wasn't your fault but you know who died? Do you?! Do you!?"

I don't dare say a word for fear of upseting my mother.

She countinues on beacause she dosn't need my response.

"Mr.Stafford was killed!!!!!!!", my mother yells.

Mr.Stafford? Who is Mr.Stafford? Then it all comes back to me. The young man at my doorstep this morning? The reason why I had to buy a dress?

"Was he drunk?", I asked thet air.

"No but close enough. He was drug influenced."

This always happened to them. They found out they had a date with me, they get high, drunk, you name it.

Was it my fault? Is it my fault? How could it be my fault? Or maybe is was my fault? I didn't want to be born Isabella Jeffris. So why am I here? Should I be here? Should I commit suicide? Would I commit suicide? Why should I commit suicide? How would I commit suicide? Gun? Knife? Jumping off a bridge? Yes? No? Yes. There is no one left to save me. I must die.