16-I'm Sorry Love,

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Still tori pov:

Once I sprang out of my bed, I ran outside the hallways, I didn't care my parents yelling my name behind me. Everything looked weird, the walls were plain and pale. And it was making me sick looking at the surroundings. I bolted to the reception, banging my real arm on the desk.
"Where's Tamara."
"Dear, you're hurt badly, please go back to your room.." the receptionist looked at me concerned, her wrinkles forming in.
"Please."I hissed, the pain stinging from the side of my face.
"I—"
She cut her self, then sighed when she saw my eyes tearing from the corner.
"Full name please."
"Tamara Rodger."
She screened the computer screen with her glasses, before saying. "Room 122."
I mouthed a 'thank you' before dashing over to the room. Somehow, I felt this hospital was familiar. Maybe I had come here before whenever I would get hurt.

"Tori come back!!"

I heard yelling behind me, the voice came out and I immediately recognized it. I turned around to see Paula huffing, walking toward me.
I bit my lip, then turned to the side where the patient rooms were.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw her frown. Mouthing my name barely.

I scanned the room numbers, mumbling the exact number '112' repeatedly before I found the one and only I've been looking for.
I bolted to that direction, and swung the door open.
"TAMARA!?"
I yelled out, but froze when I saw the guy who looked exactly like Tamara, whom I'd seen him a few days ago.
He looked like he was crying, I tiptoed closer where he was sitting beside a bed.
"Who are--who are you?" he asked.
"T-tord g-o away--"

"...."

I stayed silent, who's tord?
I shrugged off that question, then walked to the bed. Where Tamara was layed. Unconscious.
She was hurt, the side of her cheek scratched. Well, not like mine. At least she's safe with that such beautiful face of hers.
I love her so much.
Damn, I do. I crouched on the floor near the bed, rubbing her other cheek with my real hand.
I felt my eyes get blurry, as the salty tears pricked down my face. I was crying. Crying.
I'm so pathetic. Pathetic.

"H-hey get away from my sister."
The eyeless boy shakily pushed me away, but I just looked at him. With tears still in my eyes.
"I'm sorry..."



"I'm sorry Min kjærlighet."

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