That was weird. Why did Doctor Hotshot stop laughing...?
Oh. Hello Tommy.
Oh, okay. Sure, just have my seat without letting me get out of it first. Geez.
He just knocked my out of my chair as Levinsky stifled his laughter. "At least you're here for a good reason," I muttered.
"Weren't her chances above fifty before? What the hell happened that made them go down to 20 percent?" he asked. Wow, he was more stressed out than I thought.
I sat on the Dr. Levinsky's desk, which made him stand up since I was blocking his view and wouldn't move. I sat and listened as the depressing conversation brought me close to my imaginary tears.
Wow, I just realized then that I actually didn't know what the actual fuck happened to me before the hospital. This conversation explained a lot. But why my friends?
Why me?
Why would someone go that far, put that much effort, and use my mom to kill them? Grains of sand are tiny! Like, have you even seen those things??
If the 'pills' are that small, and the outer layer takes up about 98% of the entire grain, then I think it's safe to say that the entire thing is the outer shell with like a tiny ass flake of poison in the center. That's how I see it. So I have hundreds of thousands of tiny poison salts in my body that are like tiny time bombs ready to go off. Oh.
Oh
Who would go that far? And more importantly, why?
Tommy left after a while to go host the thing in the cafeteria. I felt the hatred vibe coming off him. Literally same, I don't like Novan either.
"So Princess, that's your Prince Charming?" Novan scoffed. I attempted to smack him on the back of the head, but my hand just passed through him.
"Godammit."
"You're trying too hard. You know, I thought I remembered a time when you said you needed me to help you with something... What exactly was it?" Doc asked like her had no clue. Ooh, the nerve that asshole has.
"How I'm gonna get back into my body and live happily ever after," I said irritated.
"With Prince Charming?"
"Yeah. I mean no, not like that. Maybe. Probably... *FUCK* The point is I need to not die. Can you tell me how to do that?"
"That depends."
"On what?" I asked. He was holding back his laughter. "Depends on what??"
"Can I lie?"
"Bitch." My middle finger saluted and I left the room.
"Rissy, you know damn well you're going to march your sorry ass back in there and make him tell you how to get back into your body," I said. I was talking to myself. Great. "Or I could just look around, learn what happens with the guys when I'm not around. It'll give me a peek at what would happen if I died for good."
Or I could just not waste my week and ask that doctor how to live.
How to live.
You never know what it means
Until time starts ticking
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"You gotta fall in love."
"WHAT?!" Fall in love? Oh hell. I can't do it. I just know I can't do it. I don't know hat it feels like. I don't know what I have to do, feel, or be. Love has always been crap for me. My mom fucking tried to poison me and my friends. Look where her love got me.
"I'm telling you, it's the only way you can return to your body."
"Is there anytihg else?"
"Well, they have to love you back and it can't be someone in your family."
"That's it. I'm fucked. I can't do it. Not happening."
"Oh. What a waste. Don't you know you've already started?" There it is. That stupid smirk
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Life of Death
Teen FictionWhen you die, what happens? You go to Heaven? Maybe Hell? The Underworld? Where ever you go, you stay there. There's no moving around. But what happens when you get stuck in between? Rissy is a seventeen year old who died on her 18th birthday. When...
