Chapter 4 {}Who am i?{}

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2 days later

I can hear beeping so i open my eyes and i don't see anyone but a dull room, which i'm guessing is the hospital room. Someone then runs in and hugs me, I wince because they touch my back and neck. I think it was an accident.

I then push them off to see who it is and its Chandler, the last person i want to see, the last person who i would expect to see me and the first and only person I hate. He upset me so...

"Hey" I say with a weak smile on my face

"Hey Petals I'm so glad your alright, I mean you were out for a whole two days, I am so sorry that I let it happen I didn't know what I was d-"

"Stop talking sir" I say trying my very best not to laugh.

"Why are you here?" His face is priceless

"Uhhhh, I came to visit you is that okay, I can leave? Although I'm not sure why you would want me to leave because I'm your friend" Oh my gosh this is harder than I thought

"Hold up one sec, who is this 'Petals because when I was younger Petals were on a flower," I am so evil

"You are Petals, well Brielle Ful-" i cut him off again.

"i know who I am mister I am Brielle Fullermen. So who are you?"

He sighs heavily, "Sorry maybe your the wrong person," He looks really sad. Poor thing.

"Who are you looking for?"

"No one, no one you would know, right?"

"Right so better go look for your friend,"

"Bye!" i exclaim

"Bye" he says more like mumbles it. I quietly slip out of my bed and tip toe up to him. I then jump on his back and hug him from behind.

"What are you doing?" I giggle at his confused face. I take a big breathe and blurt out

"Well i know that you have twin sisters ,Trina and Mina, you favourite colour is Orange and you like mousse and that you call me Petals, but to be honest i'm not sure why, your name is Chandler Pearson" I breathe heavily like i just came back from a marathon.

"Ahh Petals I thought i lost you," he chuckles in relief, "Look I know we have only known each other 3 days ,well 1 if you don't include the 2 days you were unconscious," he chuckles nervously

"would yo-" " I would love to, here is my number" I am so happy that he has asked me to go on a date with him, it will be a great distraction from everything that has happened with, her and him

"Great i will text you to let you know what time okay?" I pretend to think about it and giggle slightly

"M'kay" i hop back in my hospital bed and squeal with excitement. The doctor comes in and says I can leave now that i have already been signed out and that meanwhile I was sleeping for 2 days, my wounds were starting to heal. And that i have a big bruise on my face.

I bid her goodbye and thank her as I don't want to know what happened to or don't want to be reminded of what he did to me. Actually I'm not sure why I agreed to go on a date with him when he hurt me. Man, and i thought he was crazy.

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On my way to the bus stop I receive a text from an unknown number.

'Hi :)'.

I don't respond to it because, 1) I don't know who it is and 2) i have a gut feeling that I know its, him and her . They send me another text, but this time saying "Brielle its me Chandler, uh i'm sorry if the first message was creepy.... Call me when you read this."

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