Operation: Nerd to Emo

.:Seventeen:.

          The darkness slowly faded into a bright light. I looked around to see I was in a garden. It was beautiful with every different flower in existence.
I walked over to the roses and breathed in their sweet fragrance.
"Amber," A familiar voice spoke from behind me. I turned to see a familiar girl from two years ago. She looked like me...before the transformation. My brain began to function it out. It was my older sister, Cecelia. But...I'm Cecelia...
"Thank you Amber. Thank you fro letting me live for two worlds in the world, through you." She spoke. "I'm so proud of you."
It all came back to me. My life memories. I was wrong. I wasn't Cecelia...I was Amber.
"Right now, you are on the bridge between life and death." Cecelia informed me. "You can choose to go back to life and live longer. You can fix up everything and win back Pierce's love. Or you can choose death and stay here, in the Gardens of Afterlife, with me."
"I...I want to..." I began. "I want to live."
My sister smiled before speaking again. "I love you Amber. You should be waking up." She said. "Remember me please. But live as yourself, Amber." I nodded.
The light slowly faded back into darkness before a brightness shown through my closed eyes.
"Her heart rate is starting again!" A voice urgently said. My senses fully came back and I opened my eyes. Around me were panicked nurses and a doctor holding one of those shock tools. Near the door, a scared Pierce was being held back. He saved me...
"She's awake!" A nurse exclaimed. I gave her a confused look. She looked back at me, then realized I didn't know what was happening. "Sweetie, you've been in a coma for two weeks."
"Ten minutes ago your heart stopped," She continued. "But you're alive. You're a miracle."

"Miss Willows, we had to give you a blood transfusion and then we stitched every cut up. We scanned your brain for any sign of damage...and it seems your memory was forced into a short term memory. But we scanned it again and it's gone now." The doctor said a few hours later. I was recovering. "So, hopefully you remember the part?" I nodded.
"You will have to stay here for another day to make sure your vitals are okay," They continued. I nodded.

*** "I'm your ride," Pierce spoke in a monotone voice. I sighed and nodded. He got me into his car and we left the hospital. The ride was filled with silence before Pierce finally spoke.
"What was that short term memory loss?" He asked. I shrugged.
"None of your business," I replied, not wanting to talk.
"You live in my house, so it is my business." He snapped.
"I said it's not your business," I said blandly.
"Tell me what it was or I swear I will have my foster mother give up on fighting for your custody," Pierce yelled. I pissed him off. I opened the car door, as he was parking at his house and jumped out. I stumbled but I continued to run, not thinking where I was going. I ran where my heart wanted me to go.
My breathing was fast paced and my legs ached, but I still ran. I needed to go where my heart wanted.
I felt myself fall on wet grass as I sat in front of a familiar stone I had not visited in two years. Not since the funeral. I heard footsteps, like someone followed me and they stopped right behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Pierce out-of breath and shocked. He was staring at the stone.
Here Lies Cecelia Willows
A Loving Sister, Friend, & Daughter
May 5, 1994 to September 7, 2011
"W...why is your name on there?" Pierce asked, shocked. I sighed and bit my lip.
"This is what I remembered," I replied. "She would've been 19 this year..."
"This is your sister?" He asked. I nodded. "How-"
"When you went to go get something to eat from the cafeteria, the doctor explained to me." I said. "I have, well had a disorder that caused me to believe I was her."
"But why?" Pierce asked.
"I'll tell you my story, my real story." I said. He nodded.
"When I was younger, my parents divorced. My father left my mother because of their many arguments. He only got rights over my younger sister Anna. My mother got Cecelia and I. She became a drunk after he left...Cecelia was two years older than me, so she became the one responsible for me. She was a nerd and I slowly went from normal child into the morbid and depressed child. Cecelia walked in on my cutting once, and she had asked me why. I told her she was all I lived for, and that she is why I was strong. We were inseparable. The nerd sister and the emo sister. When I was fifteen, and she was seventeen, I came home to a quiet home. My mother was out at a bar, but Cecelia took the day off...I called for her but received no response. I decided to check her room, where I found her body...She was dead...she committed suicide by taking a bottle of her pills for anxiety. Her letter was short and addressed to me. She told me she was bullied and she couldn't take it anymore. She said her-" I cut myself off. "Oh god."
"What's wrong?" Pierce asked.
"She said her friend Savannah went against her." I replied, shocked.
"Savannah is a common name," Pierce stated.
"But Savannah was held back these past two years, wasn't she?" I asked. He nodded. "I...I think Savannah was the friend who betrayed my sister."
"Oh..." Pierce said. I wrinkled my eyebrows and pulled up my sleeves pointing to old scars.
"She will pay for the pain she's caused me." I said. The Pierce frowned.
"But, you helped her..." He said. I shook my head.
"I didn't tell her!" I argued.
"Then how'd she know?" He asked.
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out." I replied.A/N Another long chapter! We have like less than 4 more? We'll see!