Hijacked.

Blue.

Annie's POV

A blue hospital gown. No Prada jacket, no Miu Miu boots, just a blue hospital gown. This was one of my worst nightmares. I glanced over at my dad and was convinced that that wasn't my worst nightmare, it was seeing my dad asleep in the hospital chair looking that way. He had dark circles and his skin made him look like he had aged ten years. His veins showed through his skin and he had an unkempt beard. I was about to walk over and hug him when I noticed I was connected to a drip.

"What in the world happened?" I mumbled.

He woke up immediately as if he had been waiting for the slightest sign to show I was alive.

"Annie! Oh, Annie. How are you feeling? I'm so glad you're alive. Thank God. I've been praying, you know. And it worked! It worked An!" he shouted while hugging me.

"Dad, what happened?"

"You collapsed in the middle of a rant."

"No. What really happened? What's really wrong with me?" I asked.

He sat on the bed and looked at the ceiling uncomfortably.

"Dad?" I urged.

Kurt and Becca burst into the room just then and screamed "Annie!!". They jumped up unto the bed before dad shooed them off and told them to sit on the chair. He was sure they would pull out the IV if they weren't off the bed. Becca walked over to me and handed me a card. It was hand-made and had sequins and glitters in my favorite colour-orange.

"Thanks Becca."

"You're welcome!" she said and hugged my feet, which were dangling off the bed. Her eyes lit up like the lights that line the New York skyline. Ah, New York reminds me of my planned mission trip.

"How's Dylan doing?"

"He used to come here almost everyday. But he hasn't come since last week Friday."

"What day of the week is it?"

"Friday. But don't bother, I'm sure he's alright."

"I'm sure he's the one that's bothered. I need to speak to him."

I grabbed my phone and dialed Dylan's number. It was switched off.

"It's off."

"That's unusual, he's always been calling. And he even said I could call him anytime if there was any development."

"Dad, I have to see him, something is wrong. Dylan would never stay away this long."

"You're sick, you can't leave."

"But I have to, something is wrong. I can feel it."

"What if nothing is wrong?! What if he got tired of waiting to see if someone he loves would live? What if he hated seeing you this way? What of he hated being hurt and left before it was too late? It's no use, he is gone!"

I let a lone tear fall as I watched my father shout at me.

"Is that what you want? You want to leave too, but you can't because you're my dad. And that isn't true, don't ever say that! He loves me."

"What if he doesn't? When would you realize you don't live in a fairy tale?"

"I realized that when my mother died. I realized that when my heart got broken. I am still realizing that in this hospital."

His eyes widened at the mention of my mothers death. I remembered the day I got back from school and the incident was int the newspaper. The kidnappers had bombed the whole camp where the captives were held. I was in shock and couldn't do anything for weeks. The hardest part was breaking the news to Becca and Kurt and seeing them even more broken than I was.

"Well I'm sorry about that but you can't leave."

"But I have to see him. Please dad, something is wrong. I just need to see him."

"I'll try and get him to come," he said in an exhausted tone.

"Thanks. And I'm sorry, I didn't choose this life either."

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"Hi Annie," Dylan said.

A tall figure with drooped shoulders and red eyes stood beside my bed. His breath stank of alcohol, he barely looked like Dylan but I couldn't miss the way Dylan called my name anywhere.