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'd definitely choose not to cross paths with him 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. I closed my eyes, and not long after, my alarm rang.

The day of Chloe's accident suddenly came back jagged and hazy. Alex told me I had caused Chloe's accident. The guilt weighed on me like a stone, and I dreaded the moment she'd learn the truth. I feared her anger, and, honestly, feared for myself.

Memories 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.

The memories blurred, my head pounding. "Miss?"

A voice.

My eyes snapped open. I was in a hospital room.

I quickly sat up and my eyes met the doctor standing in front of me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine... but what happened? Why am I on this bed?" I reached up to touch my head, trying to make sense of it all.

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

"The pain will go away soon... I'll be alright."

"Okay." He gave me a smile. "Is there a reason why you are here at this time? Are you visiting someone?"

I nodded, "I am here for a patient. Do you happen to know Chloe... Chloe Calabatti?"

His brows raised. "And you are family?" he asked.

"I'm her sister... Zoella Calabatti. I've been coming in to visit her for the last three years."

He nodded. "I'll check with her doctor." He stepped out, and I called Eva immediately.

She's been my rock since all this started. Oddly enough, I hadn't heard a peep from my parents since Chloe's accident. I didn't even know where they were.

A few moments later, the doctor told me he had spoken to Doctor Joe, who was not on shift, and I was granted permission to see my sister. Looking at Chloe, my heart sank; 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 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. "You don't even know the full story of that night... You don't remember some things that could help fill in the gaps. 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."