Rihanna is a normal teenage girl. She's popular, and has a way of charming her way into people's hearts.
More specifically, half the population of boys at Tulip Academy.
She can't help but wonder why she has all the attention, when all she would l...
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The moment I yelled Kyra's name out loud, Rihanna clenched her head as if it was in pain and squeezed her eyes shut.
My eyes widened and I ran over to her, taking a hold of her hand. I felt her relax a little but she kept her eyes shut, and one hand on her head.
She squeezed my hand, and I let her, I didn't like seeing her in so much pain.
When she yelled in pain, a nurse came running through the door, then it was another three and everyone was pushing me out of the way and taking Rihanna's bed over to the emergency room.
"No!" I yelled, knowing that my hand calmed Rihanna and all this movement wouldn't. The nurses ignored me and took her away.
I don't know why this hurt so much, but seeing her being strolled away in the bed like that, it did something to me. And at that moment I didn't care, I didn't care that she was the one who caused me pain, I didn't care that she had done anything at all, I had to know the story behind the accident before I jumped to conclusions. I had to know what had really happened to my sister that night.
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When the flashback ended, I was exhausted. None of my other flashbacks had made me this tired but this one did.
I knew what I had done now, and who Kyle and Charles were talking about when they said I had done something bad.
I didn't know why, but when I got the flashback and I felt someone's hand on mine, it was as if half the throbbing in my head disappeared right then. The hand was so warm and comforting even though I didn't know whose it was. The nurses had rushed me into the emergency room before I could see if it was Kyle's hand or not.
Who was Kyra and why was she so important to Kyle?
I didn't know what Kyra looked like, since the only picture I had of her was the one of her covered in blood and dead in my head. The moment the flashback ended, I broke into tears. I cried and cried because I didn't understand, I knew I had killed someone and felt like it should've been me instead. Then I started thinking about how she had parents who loved her so much.
I cried for almost an hour straight, even when my parents came in and sat next to me, and my mother sat and cried with me too.
They told me that it was okay, it wasn't my fault, but no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, it made me want to just curl up into a ball and cry.
My mom had come into my room with coffee that night and we had snuggled up in the bed together, and the doctor put on The Nightmare Before Christmas, since it was almost Christmas.
Loran and Lily came to visit me together on Friday when school was over with piles of homework for me.
"Here you go you nerd, we know you'd want to finish all of this because you're such a good kid." Loran had said.
