Chapter 3

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The lady who I talk with just leave and it's still hard to accept the fact that I was in coma for almost two fucking months! I don't remember nothing of the suppost day I stay in coma. She talked of a car accident and that the levels of alcohol in my blood were realy high. I mean, I know the reason of the alcohol, Zayn, but why the hell will I drive ? I tried to rest for awhile but the questions just don't leave my head. After 10 minutes maybe, a doctor walked into the room.

- Kaytline Evans, 19 years old, declared with depression since age 14, alergic to pineapples and now in coma for two months. - the doctor said looking at my profile. 

 - That's basicaly all of my story.- I said.

 - So Kaytline, you'll gonna make a few tests seeing if everything is alright and happily you can go away by tomorrow.

-Okay doctor, thank you. - I said, wishing that he shuts because I was with a terrible headache.

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The day passes fast and happily, or not, I am okay so I can go back to my shitty life. How great is that? Not much. But when in the hospital I made a decision, I'll go back to my shitty life in another town. I don't have much money but  hopefully I'll get a job and Oregon is a nice place to a fresh start. Not very fresh because my parents used to live in Oregon before they moved to California where I was born. I still have the house where they lived and I know that I shouldn't go there because that will just fucked me inside even more but I can't take it! I can't be here in California because everything reminds me of him. And fuck I just want to forget him, I mean I guess I want to forget him, like he was the only person I have in all my life, we met when we were babies and when my parents died he was the only one that support me. Then he just go away and leave me but still I think it's unfair if I just forget my bestfriend.  I don't know, that's why I need to go away, to think about my life and, for now, forget that stupid son of a bitch because even being my bestriend for so many years he was a total jerk. 

I said it and I did it. It was a long, long ride on the cab with lot, lot of stops but it worth it. Now here I am ready for a new start in a new city. It seems like it's a whole new me. I'm not a person who likes adventures and I'm really shy but I want to change that. And I'm going to make it on a new town.

After paying a huge quantity of money to the cab driver I walked into my new house. And I should have guess the amount of dirt that would be here. But I didn't. It was a small house but I didn't want a castle, two rooms, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen and the smallest living room I ever seen but it was perfect. As I imagine I haven't got electricity in the house and I didn't really know how to get, I think I have to go the City Hall but now I'll just unpack the only bag I got. Just some clothes and a coffe maker because coffe is my passion.

After organised everything at home I decided to go to the City Hall. I have a quick chat with the man and he says that I should get electricity at home on the next morning. That sucks. That means that I can't make coffe at my house today.

Happily in my way back home I found a fancy pastry shop. I went to the pastry shop and ordered a coffe with a piece of cake that looks delicious on the menu. The place was almost empty, only two ladies we're there. They weren't very far for me and I heard them talking about my tatooes and my red hair. And it weren't compliments. If that makes me sad? Well, nobody likes to ear people judging them. Finally my coffe and cake arrived and holy shit, that cake was amazing. After finnish it I paid and left the pastry shop. Well that was the plan. Unfortunately I went against someone and fell on the floor. Fuck me.

Suddenly an arm shows up in front of me to help me up. I grab his arms and my eyes were quickly attracted to his eyes. So blue and peaceful it reminded me the ocean. 

-I'm sorry.- he said looking at me. I stoped looking at his eyes but still having the picture of them in my mind.

-It was my fault.- I said.

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