Tiled ceiling

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CHAPTER 63

Melissa's Pov:

I woke up... I woke up in a strange places. I was lying in a bright green meadow. I stood up and looked around. I looked down to see myself in white... I never wore white. The sun was shining in the bright blue sky. I looked to my left and saw a softball field. On my right was the beach... My two favorite places. I turned around. Wait...

"Mo.. I've missed you!" My mother hugged me... My deceased mother.

"You've grown so much since I the last time I saw you! I'm sorry I never got to say good bye." My father hugged me... My deceased father...

"Wait.... Where... Am I?" I honestly don't want to know.

"MELISSA!" I heard Nash's voice.

"MO!"

"COME BACK!"

That's when the crying started... Everyone started crying... It was raining with tears... The bright blue sky's vanished revealing the dark gray storm clouds.

"MO I LOVE YOU!" The rain came down harder and the screams got louder. It got so loud I fell over... As my body hit the green grass that held me in my sleep it parted and I slipped into a dark hole. Everything stopped. No more screaming. No more rain. No more green grass. No more blue sky's. Most of all no more parents... The dark hole finally spit me out. I opened my eyes to reveal a plain old ceiling... It reminds me of something. It reminds me of when my mom used to be in the hospital. I would always look up at the tiles and talk to them. I'd talk to them like people write in a diary. The tile ceiling knows all of me secrets and fears. I sat up and looked around. Every single one of my loved ones sat in the chairs sobbing.

"Mo?" Jc sniffled.

"Mosissa?" Nina grabbed my hand.

"Melissa?" Matt came over to me. I signaled for him to come closer. He came right up to my ear.

"Don't call me melissa..." I smacked the back of his head which cause a sharp pain in my chest. I winced.

"It's ok... Calm down... Hayes go get a doctor." Nash came and sat by my side. He kissed my forehead and tried keep me calm. The more I breathed the more painful it got. I looked up at the tiled ceiling. It revealed my entire life story... Every single detail up till now... Every single second counts...

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