Just a sad song

●CHAPTER FORTY●

Scotty's P.O.V.

Lots of people came to visit me while I was in the hospital. My parents, brothers, Kristen's family, Carly's mom, the entire vlog squad, fans that had somehow found out which hospital I was at. Even youtubers like Casey Neistat, Shane Dawson and his friends, and Ricky Dillon came to say hi and check up on me. When I went on Twitter my feed was filled with 'I hope you're ok, Scotty!' 'Scotty, I love you so much. We all do, remember that.' And 'Scotty, I really look up to you. You've gotten me through hard times and I wish I could do the same to you'.

I was so grateful for everyone. Each boring day I was in that white room a smile lit my face because of everyone who visited me, left comments, and tweeted at me. My whole body still hurt but I was getting better, physically and mentally.

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I had been in the hospital for about six days when I got an unexpected visit. I was alone, Kristen, David, Todd, and my family went out for lunch. They had, of course, disagreed to go, but I finally convinced them. They needed a day out. When a lady with short brown hair pulled into a loose bun walked through the door. She was quite tall and muscley, and was wearing a dark blue hoodie with black jeans. I felt like I had met her before but I couldn't remember where. She's the cop that rescued me! I realized.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you for saving me. I really appreciate it and I'm sure my-" I said before she cut me off.

"Do you remember me?" I gave her a quizzical look as she continued. "My name's Andrea, from high school."

Another feeling of familiarity washed over me at her name. Andrea. Where had I heard that before? And high school, we went to high school together?

"Well, you might have known me by another name..." I noticed that she was figeting a lot, "B-big Andy."

I subconsciously scooted away from her when she said that. She had to be lying. But I soon started to notice how she looked almost the exact same as she had a decade ago. Same brown hair in a messy bun, same height, and her hoodie looked almost the exact same. My mouth dropped open.

"I'm sorry. I was a stupid teenager who was seriously self-conscious. You were talented, handsome, funny, and smart. I was jealous. I thought making fun of you about your weaknesses would mend mine. I'm really sorry. I know I can never make it up to you-" She started crying as I cut her off.

"I forgive you."

She blinked several times, wiping her tears. She ran over and hugged me. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "For everything."

Me too.

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