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Hello again my readers! This part well you'll see for yourself. Enjoy and keep on reading!
~Zuny~
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RECAP:
I've been through so much and more just keeps coming.
*I've dreamt about watching Kathy's death, being alone in this world, being killed, being a murderer, everything imaginable that's terrible. Every single bad dream you've had times a million.
I was in hell, I was in my never waking dream.
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CHAPTER 4
****MICHAEL'S POV****
"Jackie...Jackie...Jackie...Jackie," I murmured to myself.
A while later I felt warm gentle hands tug against me.
"Honey, Michael please wake up. Michael it's your mom please open your eyes. Say something, do something, anything!" my mom said desperately. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak I felt paralyzed.
"Please Rachel let the boy be he's hurt," my dad said.
"Thomas I can't he hasn't been awake in 2 days! My baby isn't okay!" she shrieked at my dad. My dad sighed and walked away closing the door.
I drifted to sleep and awoke this time to see a hospital room! I'm in the hospital, I'm the patient!
I looked around to find anything familiar or a call button just to get somebody to tell me what happened. I fished around beside me desperate to find something.
My hands fell on a red button, which I pressed quickly. Moments later a nurse and my mother rushed inside.
"Michael!" my mother said. She came at me hugging me at full force.
"Mom, what happened?" I asked.
"Sweetie you got in a car crash," she said.
"How? What? When? Who?" I asked. I needed to know these answers.
"Three days ago you got in a car accident in your Ferrari. You were speeding towards an intersection. Cars came at you and you came at them," my Mom said. She was hiding something I could tell.
"What are you hiding Mom?" I asked. I don't seem to remember much of what happened.
"No, honey it's nothing you need to know now," she said. I can't believe her it's something big and she won't tell me!
"WHAT!" I yelled at her. My mom sighed and took a seat at the side of my bed.
"Jackie was with you," she said. She tried to calm herself down because it seemed like there was more.
"Is she okay?" I asked. My mom shook her head.
"What's wrong?" I yelled at her. She took a deep breath and then answered my question.
"Jackie is fighting for her life right now, she's in a coma. Honey, I'm so sorry. The doctor's don't think she'll make it. They think she's going to die. Sweetie, don't worry you'll be okay though and it's going to be okay," my mom said."
"It's NOT going to be okay! She's dying! Don't you understand?" I yelled at her. I started to get up throwing the sheets off me. I unplugged all the things that were connected to me and headed for the door, limping. I have a broken leg, arm, wrist fracture, concussion, shoulder bone misplaced, and a twisted ankle so walking hurt a lot.
