My head felt heavy and I could here a ringing in my ears. I shut my eyes. I didn't know if I was asleep or dead but all I could hear was screaming. All I can see is blackness. It's like I'm alive but dead at the same time. The screaming got louder and louder until I opened my eyes and sat straight up. I gasped for air. I breathed heavily. My mother and Rhett wouldn't stop hugging me. My shirt became all wet with tears. "W what happened!" I said. "You got ran over" Rhett said wiping his eyes. After about 20 minutes we stopped hugging.i looked at myself in the mirror. My face and body is covered in injuries. Blood and bruises. Scratches and scrapes. Every sort of cut you could think of is on me. I look terrible. My arms are all scarred and I'm pretty sure because of the agony pain my legs are broken. In hospital. This is were I started out. "Why is my life such a misery?" I asked. "I should died so all of this ended" I said. "Wait where's link?" I asked sitting up. "He he's ok you need to stay there you can see him soon" my mother said as I laid back down. "I'm actually alive" I said. They nodded. The twins came in and hugged me. "I'm sorry" Me and Kali said at the same time. A big figure appeared at the door. What the hell!? It's Brandon! Brandon and his mum walked in. "Oh I hope you will recover soon Lucille here's some flowers me and Brandon decided to stop by to say hello and hope you're ok" Brandon's mother said putting the lilacs next to me. I thanked her and Rhett, my mum, Brandon's mum and the twins walked out and shut the door. I sat up and stared at Brandon. "Wow I didn't know it was possible for you to get any uglier" he said. "What are you doing here you hate me" I said. "That's what I tried telling my mum" he said. "You deserve to be here after what you did to me and my girl" he said. "Says you" I replied rolling my eyes. "You don't wanna end up in the emergency room so you better think about what you say" Brandon said rolling his sleeves up. "Oh please Brandon like I'd be scared of you and plus Ashley is a whiney brat and I'm not surprised she hasn't already dumped you" I said crossing my arms. "If people weren't looking at us right now I would punch you so hard" he said glaring at me. I just glared back. That's it I can mimic and say whatever I want to Brandon because there's nobody listening just watching. I smiled evily. "What are you smirking at?" Brandon said. "Oh just a ugly greasy face and the reason I'm staring at it is because it has the word Brandon written all over it" I said. His face turned red in anger. "Oh why are you embarrassed?" I said in a baby voice. He lifted his fist above my head just as his mother opened the door and said "Brandon it's time to go". Brandon quickly lowered his fist. "You wait till you're back at school you just wait" he muttered as he walked out with his mother. I smirked. You wish Brandon you wish...
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