After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

It's All My Fault

Zoella's POV

If I had the chance to rewind time, I would definitely opt not to cross paths with you again.

My phone buzzed, jolting me out of sleep, and I glanced at the clock—it was two in the morning. I pulled off my blindfold to check who was calling, and there it was: Alex's name lighting up the screen.

As I answered, I braced myself for the familiar letdown. It was always the same story; he wasn't coming over. The moment he hung up, I dropped the phone in frustration and crawled back under the covers. The thought of Alex triggered memories of Chloe and the mess she was caught up in. Tears began to flow as I recalled the tragic event from three years ago—my twin sister had been in a coma for all that time, and it was all because of me.

I switched off my night light and set the alarm for 6:30 AM, hoping to get an early start to visit Chloe at the hospital. Not long after, my phone buzzed, and I wondered if it was already 6. To my surprise, it wasn't—just a pesky interruption to my sleep. I got up to see the notifications, and my heart raced when I saw a message from the doctor. Could it be that Chloe was showing some signs of improvement?

I kicked off the blanket and glanced at the clock, which read 5:22 AM. Time was flying! I quickly freshened up and decided to wait until 6:30 before leaving my apartment. The memory of that day lingered in my mind, though it was a bit hazy. All I could think about was how I was responsible for Chloe's accident, and the guilt weighed heavily on me. I dreaded the moment she would find out the truth—that I was the reason she ended up in that hospital bed. I could only imagine how furious she would be, and honestly, I feared for my life.

As soon as I stepped into the hospital, memories flooded back in vivid bursts, almost like a colorful kaleidoscope of our childhood. I could picture a man, intense and focused, aiming a gun at a dartboard, hitting every single shot with precision. He handed the gun to both me and Chloe, urging us not to miss a single throw at the board. There was an urgency in his voice, a harshness that made it clear he wanted us to grasp how to use the weapon in record time.

Even then, I was baffled by who this man was and why he thought it was okay to put guns in the hands of six-year-olds. I could see a sprawling mansion in the background, surrounded by intimidating bodyguards. Chloe's hands trembled as she aimed at the dartboard, and I couldn't help but feel the tears streaming down my face; we were just kids. I took a deep breath and raised my hand to take the first shot, desperate to protect Chloe from whatever was coming, but in my panic, I missed completely.

I had a feeling he was about to strike me, but honestly, I felt a strange sense of relief knowing I could take the hit for my sister instead. I stood up, wincing at the bruise forming on my body. He was really pushing us to learn how to handle the gun, but the weird part was that I couldn't recall who he was; it was like I was in a nightmare where we were the only kids trapped in that mansion.

Everything around me started to blur, even the memories of our childhood began to fade, and I strained to remember that man's face, but it slipped away, leaving me with a pounding headache. Suddenly, I heard someone call out, "Miss," and as I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital room. How did I end up here?

I quickly sat up and focused on the doctor standing nearby. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine... but what happened? Why am I lying in this bed?" I was so bewildered. Was it all just a dream? I reached up to touch my head again, trying to make sense of it all.

"You fainted, and one of our nurses noticed, so she brought you in here. He grinned and asked, "How's your head feeling?"

"The pain will go away soon... I'll be alright." Just as the doctor was about to leave, I called out, "Wait!" I stopped him before he could open the door. "Do you happen to know Chloe... Chloe Calabatti? She's a patient here."

"And you are?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm her sister... Zoella Calabatti. I've been looking after her for the last three years, and I got a call from Dr. Joe this morning, which is why I'm here."

"I'll check in with the doctor who's taking care of her and get back to you," he said as he stepped out. I quickly pulled out my phone and called Eva. She's been my rock since all this started. Oddly enough, I hadn't heard a peep from my parents since Chloe's accident. When Eva answered, she assured me she'd be there shortly.

A few moments later, the doctor walked in and motioned for me to follow him to my sister's room. As I stepped into Chloe's ward, my heart sank at the sight of her; she looked so fragile and pale, lying there with the oxygen tube. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and settled into the chair next to her. A wave of guilt washed over me—what had I done? I grasped her hand gently, feeling the weight of the situation. It was hard to see her like this, and I couldn't shake the memories of that night, though they were hazy. What really happened? What crucial details was I missing?

I snapped back to reality when I heard Eva's voice, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her. She noticed my swollen eye and frowned. "You know you can't keep blaming yourself for what happened," she said softly.

I pulled away and returned to Chloe's side, feeling the familiar weight of guilt. "Who else is there to blame if not me? I'm the one dating her boyfriend and taking everything away from her," I replied, my voice heavy with regret.

Eva settled down next to me, her expression serious. "You don't even know the full story of that night... I really don't think you should be putting all this on yourself."

My phone buzzed, and it was my boss reaching out. I quickly opened the message and glanced over at Eva. "It's Frankie... She wants me at work by six for a special delivery."