Drip, life support and a couple tubes up my nose. They have every part of my body hooked up to some kind of twisted machine that some how keep me alive. I can still feel my heart beating in my chest and my pimple still bloom on both my cheeks but I feel lifeless. I feel like someone has sucked something out of me.
I turn over and dial in Spencer's number but now I know it off by heart. I listen to the phone and then I hear Spencer's cheery voice at the end of the line.
"Hello Spencer here, may I ask who is speaking?"
"Hey Spenc it me, Bella."
"Hey Bella, how are you?"
"I'm ok thanks, any chance you could pop in for a visit today?"
"Sure, are you back home yet?"
"No, not yet."
I knew I would never go back home. I would die here. There is no denying it
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Flora and Sugar
Teen FictionBella is obsessed with Photography but when a terrible party puts her in hospital her world is turned upside down.
