"So let me get this straight. Joe thinks your dead?" Larissa asks for confirmation.
"That's right," I nod my head.
"And it's all because of you father?"
"Yep," I respond popping the 'p'.
"Wow," she says in shock.
"It's alot to take in. The worst part is I blamed him for four years! For leaving me behind and it wasn't even his fault," I whisper, tears starting to form again
She sighs pulling me into a hug. I sob quietly into her shoulder, before pulling away.
"Thanks," I say with a grateful smile.
"Anytime. Well I better get home. I kinda just ran out of the house without telling my parents where I was going," she says sheepishly.
I chuckle, wiping away the remaining tears. "Sounds like you."
"Hey! I take offence to that!"
"What? I'm just stating the truth," I snicker.
"I don't even know why I'm friends with you," she says with mock-hurt. "You wound me."
"Yeah, yeah," I respond. "Get used to it."
She grins at me. "I'll see you later!"
She walks out of my room and I sit on my bed with a smile one my face. What would I do if I didn't have her?
~*~
"Hello, Sav. How have you been?" Dr Sommerville's voice asks.
"It's been a tough couple of days," I respond.
I shift the phone closer to my ear. "Tell me what has happened."
I go over the events of the past few days. Talking with him makes me feel better. He's the only one who truly understands my problems.
"Wow," he says after I finished my rant. "I'll talk to your father about this situation and then get back to you, alright?"
I nod but then remember that he can't see me. "Okay, thank you."
"No problem. Now tell me about Joe. Is he different than what you remember?"
I lie back on my bed. "No he's exactly the same. The same fun-loving guy. But this is what I don't get. I instantly recognized him, shouldn't he recognize me?"
"Well, not necessarily. He thinks you're dead and when he saw you, he might've thought that you looked like his best friend."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense," I respond, taking it all in. "Thanks, Dr. I really needed this talk."
"Anytime sweetie. Call me whenever you need something. Do you still want names of therapists over there?"
"No, I think I'll just stick to ringing you."
"Okay. Bye Sav," he says, before hanging up.
I slip my phone back into my pocket and walk downstairs to get a bite to eat. I go to the fridge, sticking my head inside to get a better view of the food, when a voice startles me.
"How are you doing?" Melissa asks.
I jump startled hitting my head on the top of the fridge. "Ow."
"Sorry," she laughs.
I turn around and rub my head, sticking my tongue out at her. She laughs again. Why is she in a happy mood?
I raise my eye-brows at her.
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Begin Again
Teen FictionSavannah Jacobs is a 17 year old girl who goes to school and does normal things. Well that's what everyone thinks. Four years ago she was in a coma for six months when she and he mother got hit head on by a drink driver. She blames herself for this...