Mr. Urie is my teacher. I am his student. Sometimes students fall for their teachers. But really, he wasn't supposed to fall for me too.
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I felt a cold breeze come over me. I fluttered my eyes open. I was in a hospital bed. My mom was sitting in a chair and it looked like she was sleeping. I rubbed my eyes and noticed all the wires connected to me.
Brendon walked into the room and dropped two cups of coffee when he saw me.
"Alana," he whispered. "ALANA!"
I groaned. My head was pounding. "That's my name," I murmured. My mom's eyes flew open and she was crying within a few moments.
"You're awake, Baby!" She tried to give me a hug while I laid in the bed.
"What happened?" I tried to remember what happened. I could only remember bits and pieces. Then one memory stuck out to me. Blood.
My mom couldn't utter a word because she was crying too much and Brendon was cleaning up coffee.
He avoided my eye contact. He was hiding something from me. Nurses and doctors swarmed my room and they shooed out the only people I wanted to talk to. I stared at the doctor checking my vitals.
"What happened to me?" I asked him.
He made an unsure face and winced. "I cannot tell you. You're not ready yet."
"God damn, I'm in a hospital bed and I don't know why. Tell me why!" I screamed. I was upset.
"You were in a car accident," the doctor simply responded.
"Was it bad?" I asked him.
"Well you're here," he responded. "You should sleep. You need rest."
"I want to talk to the family members that were here," I demanded. I needed to know details the doctor wasn't going to tell me. The doctor nodded and called for them to come back.
"Your mother is cleaning up something with puke for her job and she said she would come in later," Brendon quietly opened the door.
"Will you tell me what happened," I felt like I asked that question a million times.
He thought about it,"You and Josh were involved in a car accident and it was bad."
"Well, I hate Josh's guts. What happened to him anyway?" I muttered.
"He died in the accident," Brendon avoided eye contact.
I felt embarrassment and shame for telling Brendon I hated a dead boy. I twiddled my thumbs. The door opened again and my mother came in.
"Mr. Urie, I need to speak to my daughter alone," my mother said harshly.
I was confused why she was mad. "Yes, mom?"
Brendon shut the door behind him.
"I don't think you should see him anymore," my mother blurted.
I was shocked and angry. She said it was okay with her that Brendon and I were together.
"You can break my soul, Take my life away, Beat me, Hurt me, Kill me, But for the love of God, Don't touch him."
