The Bucket List

murderer

One week later

It's been a week since I came home from the hospital and I'm starting to feel like I can do stuff again. I can move my torso, I can walk at a reasonable pace and I've been able to build enough confidence to leave the house again.

Am I able to get into a car?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

I've now been informed that the driver didn't even pull over to see if I was okay. Whoever it was just drive away.

Julian and Natasha have been here a lot, Addison and Rachel, a little less, but that's okay. Nolan has shown up twice, and Ben once. Kevin and Liam have barely left my side.

I'm sitting in the kitchen with Natasha who's making me the eight-hundreth tea I've had this week. There's a knock on the door and I force myself up to go answer it. I open the door to see Emily standing there.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I brought you some tea." She says, "I thought you might like it. I heard about what happened. Are you okay?" I raise an eyebrow at her. I haven't really talked to her since prom when she apologized to me, and I still don't trust her.

"I'll be fine. You didn't poison this, did you?" I ask, taking the tea.

"No, obviously not. 'Murderer' doesn't exactly look good on a resume."

"That's a fair point. Did you do anything else to it?"

"No!" She says, and recomposes herself. "No. I just want you to take it. After I heard what Ashley did I just... I felt bad."

"Ashley? What about her?" Natasha comes up behind me and takes my hand, pulling me away.

"What she said to you at prom." Natasha says.

"I already apologized for that." Emily says, "I was talking about-"

"Morgan, I think we should talk." Natasha says, interrupting her.

"I didn't know that you didn't tell her." Emily says to Natasha.

"Tell me what?"

"I'll tell you in a minute." Natasha says. "Thank you, Emily. We'll see you around."

Natasha closes the door and I'm instantly pestering her about what Emily claims that Ashley did.

"Look." Natasha says, "we didn't want to tell you, but Ashley was the one who hit you."

"Ashley Edwards?" She nods, and I feel a pit in my stomach, and I start to get nauseous. "Ashley tried to... kill me?" I feel myself go momentarily lightheaded at the thought of someone actually wanting me dead. That someone would think to themselves that the world would be better without me, so they should just end my life.

And the fact that she wanted me dead, and then tried to go through with it, just makes it that much worse.

"You could send her to jail, Morgan." Natasha says, and I look up from the kitchen table.

"This is uhh..." I say, trying to comprehend all of this, "a lot to take in. You know?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Of course you don't know. Nobody has ever wanted you dead."

"I'm sure there are people-"

"Nobody has ever tried to kill you." I say. "Doesn't she get it? I'm almost there! I was four months away. Couldn't she have just waited four more months? Because of her, I'm only going to have six weeks! I always knew she was crazy."

Natasha tries to talk but I interrupt her. "I can't believe you guys didn't tell me. I could press charges. I could get her arrested. I could watch all of this end now and I wouldn't have been able to if Emily fucking Hill hadn't shown up at my door. Now if that's not a plot twist then I don't fucking know what is." Natasha lets out a small laugh.