Farewell : Until We Meet Again

3/ risky.

The next few days visitors surprisingly stumbled in my room with flowers and 'Get well soon' cards. Most of them were my mom's colleagues from her countless jobs. To pay the bills she worked mainly as a temporary employee in different work places. I had a job, too but the money was still always tight.

A few teachers came by such as Mr Baker. I was told that the whole school assembled to hold a moment of silence for my mother. They talked in classes thoroughly about drunk driving and its consequences.

I really don't get it. Why is drunk driving still a thing? Why do people still take the risk and drive under the influence of alcohol when they are aware of the possibility to cause an accident.

28.

28 people lose their life in the US every single day. 28 people will never see their families again. 28 people are taken too soon.

Because of humans that would take that risk. That would take that risk to kill them.

But the sad part was that not even one of my classmates whom I have known since I was 9 didn't even stop by and tell me all of what they've apparently 'learned' themselves.

I'm aware that I was never really popular and interacted with them in school but that didn't stop me from feeling rejected and kind of...hurt.

I've never felt this lonely and broken before in my life.

He was one of them. He was one of them that took the risk to kill both of us.

Owen Clarkson. He took it. And I don't think I will ever be able to forgive him for that.

Suddenly the drugs I was dependent on kicked in and let me preserver in a numb state, in which thoughts were banned.

**

"Security? Really?"

"You didn't know? Reporters even tried to come in dressed as stuff members. They just don't get that no means no," Mrs Suzuki told me.

I looked at the door slightly, surprised that someone was standing in front of it the whole time.

Apparently the...crash was headline all over the US. The next few days reporters even camped outside of the hospital, waiting on any news they could report the fastest. Them trying to take pictures of me in my vulnerable and unconscious state I was in just a few days ago, made me feel uneasy to say the least. They were successfully exploiting my mom's tragic death for fucking money. And I was the one, everyone felt sorry for.

"They stopped making an appearance a few weeks ago but now that you're awake and they somehow found out, want to have an interview with you."

Great. Now they want to have a talk with the girl without a family.

"Livia?" I briefly looked at Mrs Suzuki; I've been quiet for a few minutes. "What are you thinking about?"

I looked back at the wall and answered, changing the topic, "I want to know when I'm discharged from this place."

I saw from the corner of my eye that she smiled softly at me, "You woke up a few weeks ago. Don't you think you have to get fitter first?"

This time I looked back at her, "I want my normal life back. Without needles and stupid tests, and...these," I traced the bandage around my arm slowly.

"But you encounter tests in school, too. Remember?" She replied lightheartedly. Then she added with seriousness back in her authoritative voice, "Just hold on, okay? You're going to look brand new in no time!"