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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A day passed since I ended up in the hospital. They just wanted me to stay another night because I had a head injury. They think it's a concussion. My mother grounded me from seeing my boyfriend. Well ex boyfriend I guess. I felt my world crumble before my eyes. I felt my heart break in two. But it only hurt the most when he said that he thought it was best too.
I laid in the hospital bed and started at the ceiling. My life changed in a blink of an eye. I had a handsome boyfriend and he's gone. I heard voices enter the room but I ignored them. I didn't want to talk to anyone.
"Alana, Alana," a man shook my shoulder. Please let it be Brendon. I prayed and looked. A doctor.
"Yes," I replied meekly.
"This policeman would like to ask you a few questions about the accident," he proceeded and walked out the room.
"Now if you want your mom to be in here, I can ask you questions with her permission," the police officer informed me.
I shook my head, "I do not want to see that woman." I hate her. She's the reason Brendon left me.
The policeman had a look of confusion on his face. "Alright, what happened exactly."
I cleared my throat. "What do you want to know?"
"What caused Joshua Williams to swerve into the tree?" He got out a little notebook to what I presumed he was going to take notes.
"He was going to fast," I answered simply.
"Now, Mrs. Voyles, I cannot just tell everyone 'he was going to fast'," He took in a heavy sigh and massaged the temples on his forehead.
"Well, he black mailed my into going to this stupid senior dance. He made me put on slutty clothes and he drove to the stupid dance. But obviously we didn't make it."
"He black mailed you?" He was interested in it.
"Yeah."
"What with?"
"That's no one business. That's the only reason I was there," I sassed him. He nodded and thanked me for my time.
I saw the pile of clothing I wore a few days ago sitting in a chair. I got out of the hospital bed slowly a went to the chair. I picked up the skirt and brought it back to the bed. I laid down and picked a picture out of the pocket. It was the photo of Brendon and I kissing.
The photo had a little but of blood on the corner but I was surprised that there wasn't more. I looked at it and ran my fingers of Brendon. I could feel tears before I knew I was crying. My whole body shook as sobs escaped from me. I held the picture close to my chest and threw the skirt across the room. I ripped the photo in half because he ripped my heart in half. He gave me pain and I wanted to get revenge. Big salty tears ran down my cheeks and continued down my chin. Who was I kidding? I loved him. I could never hurt the only man I ever loved. I needed him. I needed Brendon Urie.
I did something. I texted him. I love you. I bit my lip and my shoulders shook. Within seconds I heard my phone vibrate. Alana, I never stopped loving you. I was of course still crying. I looked at the torn photograph. I felt bad for what I done. I needed to fix the photo. I needed to talk to Brendon.
I thought of something clever before hitting send.
