Found (Sequal to Hidden)

Don't Let Me Go

---Abigail's Point Of View---

One week. It's been one week since my faked death. One week since I saw Harry in person. One week since I was shot onstage at the Oscar's. One week since I told Harry I loved him for the last time. One week that seemed like an eternity.

I had survived the shooting. The doctors said it was a miracle I was alive. The bullet went through my chest half an inch away from tearing my heart open. Although I had passed out due to blood loss I eventually woke up at the hospital on the way to surgery. The surgeons had successfully removed the bullet while my parents made a life changing decision for me.

They decided it was time I return to my old life. Abigail Judd died in that hospital and Olivia Judd was born again. I no longer had to wear colored contacts and my hair had been dyed back to it's natural blonde color. Only my parents and the team of surgeons who had saved my life knew what had really happened. The official story was that I had died on the operating table. And a part of me did. I had no choice in my parents decision. I lost Harry that day. Even when I thought my heart could't be broken into smaller pieces it was somehow completely shattered.

The solemn ride to the church where my funeral was taking place allowed me to think about what was to come. My mother sat across from me in the limo. My dad was back home in Michigan awaiting my arrival and my mother's. I clasped my black gloved hands together in my lap and sat silently ignoring my mother's questions.

"This really is for the best honey. You know that don't you?" She said for about the thousandth time today.

I huffed in annoyance and turned my face to look out the window. Cars were lined up along the streets from blocks away. Paparazzi and fans had come to get a glimpse of the 'Most tragic death since Michael Jackson' according to all the tabloids. Bullshit.

"Emma, remember what I told you. Keep your head down and don't talk to anyone." She reminded me.

The black lace veil shielding my eyes and top half of my face slightly obscured my vision as I mindlessly gazed out the window. The passing fields and trees suddenly seemed more interesting then the babbling of my mother. The greens, yellows, and browns became less blurry as the car slowed down.

"Emma," My attention shifted to my mother when she placed a hand on my knee, "We're here."

As soon as we stepped out of the limo a frenzy began. Flashing lights nearly blindly me and I hastily dug in my bag for my sunglasses. I sighed in relief when my hands clasped the plastic.

"Emma, how are you dealing with you're twins death?"

"Why come out now and why did your family keep you a secret for so long?"

"Emma, over here!"

After my 'death' my twin sister came out to the world revealing her true identity and adding to the entire scandal. The media ate it up and the whole ordeal exploded beyond belief. Thanks, Sis.

I slide my Ray Bans onto my face and duck my head. Even though Emma and I are identical twins I can't help but feel uneasy as I impersonate my sister. She agreed to stay home so that I could attend in her place. Luckily my mother hadn't noticed the switch yet. To her, Olivia was locked in her room at home. I've had to pretend to be annoyed at her for forcing me to attend the funeral because Emma wanted noting to do with my life as Abigail. Even with my acting talent I didn't have to act much. Forcing me apart from Harry pissed me off beyond reason. Everything was going so well for once.

Last night when I attempted to call Harry from my cell phone l discovered his had been blocked. Same with the land line at my house. My mother even went as far as to change the passwords to all of my social media accounts so that I was cut off from the world. Because of her Abigail was dead not only to the world, but to me also. When I confronted her about it she scolded me for even trying to contact Harry.