Buried Secrets

Chapter 9: Yellow Daises

Allison's P.O.V

"Hey how's it going?" My dad said sitting next to me.

"Why aren't you with mom?" I asked sleepily.

"They said I had to leave for a bit so they could give her all the medicines and check things out I guess." He answered.

"Hey, what's this?" my dad asked pulling a whole piece of paper out from under the bed.

It read 'Hannah Vasquez was here X'

"I thought Hannah Vasquez was missing?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I thought so too." I said in thought.

Courtney's P.O.V

"Ma'am. Ma'am?" a nurse said behind me.

"Um, yes, hi." I said turning around.

"Can I help you?" She said annoyed.

"Oh, no, I was about to leave." I said turning and walking out the door.

Caitlin's P.O.V

I opened the a door of the two glass doors into the hospital waiting room. I walked up to the desk where a woman was sitting.

"Hi, I'm here to see Allison Reynolds." I said looking around.

"Yes, 2nd floor. Room 487." she said answering where Allison was.

"OK, Thank you." I said then walked to the elevator.

I pressed the arrow up button and waited. A woman with her son about 6 years old came out. I smiled and nodded then walked into the elevator. I pressed the 2 for 2nd floor.

When I got to the 2nd floor, I went to the receptionist there.

"Hi, where's room 487?" I asked.

"Third hallway, 5th door on the right." she answered friendly.

"Thank you." I said.

I walked down to the third hallway then looked at all of the doors on the right.

487.

Someone was in there so I slowly opened the door.

"Hi." I said squeezing into the room.

"Hey Caitlin." Allison said a little confused to why I was here.

"Dad, can you.." she said before he interrupted.

"Yeah, sure. I'll go check on mom." He said standing up.

I waited for him to walk out and close the door before I sat down.

"Why are you here?" she asked still confused.

"I have some things to tell you. First, I need to start off with how I lied to you a couple weeks ago when you asked me about Hannah. We are best friends. I know what happened to Hannah." I rushed.

"Wait, what? You know..." she said lowering our voices.

"Yes, don't worry. I know what you and Ashlie did, I saw the whole thing. I'm not going to tell anyone. I couldn't, but there's still one more thing you need to know." I said.

"What is it?" Allison said anxiously.

"Hannah isn't dead." I whispered then stood up and walked out of the room. I could feel Allison's eyes on me.

Allison's P.O.V

What could Caitlin mean Hannah isn't dead? I watched her die in front of my eyes, Ashlie and I buried her. She's dead. Hannah's ghost even came to me and told me she didn't fall.

Maybe Emily was right, maybe I did imagine it.

No, I didn't imagine that. It was completely real.

But I don't know that for sure.

I even caught when Caitlin said 'we are best friends.' Wouldn't she say we're not are if Hannah was actually dead?

That note, under my bed!

I reached my arm under the bed where my dad had put it back.

Hannah Vasquez was here X.

Who would do such a sick thing?! Hannah is dead! I watched her die!

So many thoughts made me think Hannah wasn't dead, but so many also made think she was dead.

Courtney's P.O.V

I pulled up to the water tower in my gold PT Cruiser.

I walked over to the passenger side and got my violin. I proceeded towards a large rock hidden in the middle of some trees.

"Hey, sis." I said dropping to my knees next to the rock.

I started playing the tune to 'You are my sunshine' on my violin. Aubrey's favorite song from when she was little. We never talked since we were little nor had I seen her since we were 7 years old. When our parents divorced Aubrey went with our dad to Michigan, and I stayed with my mom in Westonburg, Iowa. Aubrey and I were always like two peas in a pod. We never separated at all. I guess twins should be like that right?

I continued playing the tune over and over for 7 minutes. How old we were when we got separated.

I smiled and placed a yellow daisy, Aubrey's favorite flower, on top of the rock and walked back to my car.

I got in and placed my violin carefully back into the passenger seat.

When I looked back up, the daisy was caught in my windshield wiper.

I got back out, and myself, being persistent, took the daisy out, and marched back to the rock and sat it on there. I took out some purple duct tape, and taped the stem to the rock.

"That'll do it." I said to myself then walked back to my car once again.

I don't know where Hannah is, but I will find her, and I will find out what happened to my beloved twin sister, Aubrey.