Artist Alexus Knightly spends day and night painting, it's all she can think about. Her parents may be rich and she may go to the most prestigious school on the upper east side but she never lets the money go to her head. She wears bright, Vintage c...
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A L E X U S •••
"Hey Lex. You okay?" I hear someone ask.
When did I go to sleep? I try to open my eyes but my head starts to hurt. What happened?
"Lexi? Doc I think she's waking up!" A voice I recognise squeals.
Abigail.
"What happened?" I mumble incoherently.
"Guys, she said something." Abigail says.
I flicker my eyes open but am blinded by a white fluorescent light. Where am I? I open my eyes once again, this time more slowly, and look up to see six faces looking down at me. Zach, Abigail, Daniel, Sydnie, Jack and... Tyler?!? What. The. Hell.
"Hey... your awake." Zach smilles, kissing my cheek.
I look at them completely confused and sit up on the bed. I'm in the hospital. What am I doing in the hospital?
"W-what happened?" I stutter.
"You don't remember?" Tyler asks.
"No." I say giving him a concerning look.
"Well, it was the end of the school day, you were crossing the road but then you got a phone call. It was from your mom saying that she and your father were getting a divorce. You were so shocked that you weren't looking we're you were going and then..." Abigail explains before stopping.
"B-but your parents are meant to be divorced!" I exclaim.
"Ouch, that hurt." Tyler says.
"I am so confused." I mutter.
"Hey it's okay. Do you not remember anything?" Zach asks.
"Yes I do, but I'm not entirely sure that what I remember is real." I sigh.
"You painted this really good picture of you and Zach when y'all had that fight." Tyler says.
"It's funny how artistic we become when out hearts are broken." I giggle.
"Mmhmm." Sydnie agrees.
"I love you guys." I say.
"We love you too." Daniel says.
"And you deserve the love you keep trying to give others." Abigail smiles.
I hummed in response and the doctor came in telling me that I was allowed to be released. After I got dressed we walked outside and I feel a hand drape around my shoulder.
"You know, the purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most. I suppose that's why you adore painting so much." He smiles.
"Thanks." I laugh.
As we were walking I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
