Perfect Pair | Kenneth San Jose

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Fun fact: I honestly made this book just for fun and I still can't imagine it actually got this much attention.

Important news at the end..

LET'S GO!

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Sean's POV:

I don't get it.

Why did she run away?

And why was she crying?

Why does my face feel weird?

And most of all, why am I in a hospital?

I picked my hand up that had needles through them and studied them. The lines led up to tube at the right side of my bed. I had no idea what they were for.

"Sean?" A voice suddenly calls me.

I place my hand back down on the bed and look at the person at the door.

"Serris. I'm confused." I admitted.

"I know you are." She sighed as she took a seat at the side of my bed.

"Who was that? Why was she crying?" I asked, growing even more curious.

"She's your best friend, Sean. You even fell in love with her." She placed her hand on top of mine.

No, she isn't.

"How could she be my best friend if I just met her? Bailey is my best friend and I love her." I rebuttaled.

"Sean, you just don't understand." She sighed again.

"Then make me understand! I don't understand why I'm here!" I threw my head back on my pillow but winced at the sudden pain it came with.

"Don't do that!" Serris gently slapped my shoulder.

"Why does my head hurt?" I took my free hand to my head. "And why is this thing on it?" I asked, only realizing it now. A rough material rubbed against my hand and it irritated me.

"Sean, I would tell you everything but I don't know the full story either. Okay?" Her eyes started to turn red.

"Why is everyone crying?" I asked growing aggrivated.

"Why am I in the hospital?!" I asked again, but more impatient now.

"Ow!" I groaned as I held onto my head with both hands.

"Kenneth! Let him go!"

"Argh!" I yelled from pain, bringing my knees up as I continued to hold onto my head.

"Sean?!" Serris stood up and placed her hands on mine. "I'm gonna go get the doctor!" She said, panic audible in her tone.

"Kenneth! Stop!"

My skin was pounding against my skull and I began to pull on my stray hair. My eyes squeeze shut as it gets worse.

I let out a painful scream and I began to tug on my hair, hoping it would just go away.

"Sean! Sean! Stop!" Someone tells me and tries to deattach my hands from my head. "Sean, your mom is here." She whimpered.

"Sean! Stop!"

What is this?!

What is happening?!

I continue to scream from pain and tears begin to slip away.