They say that life is all about second chances. Josephine Quinn-the only child to one of the biggest businessmen in the country-moves to Portland and turns a new leaf in life after going through a traumatic year at New York, her old home.
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JOSEPHINE
I have completely lost track of everything. I have lost track of what time it is, what day it is, what hour it is, what month it is, I have no idea about anything whatsoever. I only know that my throat has now dried up due to my screams and I have cried all my tears out but it still doesn't feel even a little bit better. It only gets worse minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day. I am an orphan. I do not have a family anymore. I do not have a mother, or a father, or a sister. Everything or everyone whom I described as family is gone, other than Timothy and my friends. But even Timothy got hurt because of me and I can tell it won't be long till that applies to each of my friends as well.
"Babe, you wanna go to sleep now? You will feel better if you take some rest. You haven't slept a blink in 7 days. Please just try to lie down and get some rest." Timothy sits next to me and wraps his arms around me.
"Why are you even taking care of me? It won't be long before you will also die because of me."
"Because I love you. And none of the deaths is your fault. Stop blaming yourself, baby. That is the worst thing you could ever do in this situation."
"What can I say? I am the worst."
"That's enough. Just sleep for a couple of hours okay? We can talk about it if you want after you get up."
"Okay. But only for a little bit."
"No problem." He stands up and makes me lie down on the bed. He tucks me in like I am a four year old and starts to leave the room after kissing my forehead.
"Timmy?" he is at the door when I call out and he looks back.
"You need anything?"
"Yes. Can you stay, please? I can tell you haven't slept much either."
"Of course I'll stay. You don't have to ask that." He says as he climbs into the bed and pulls me into his arms and the warmth makes me feel as if maybe this won't all go bad as long as he is with me.
"How is your arm?"
"All healed up."
"I'm glad."
"Shh. You don't need to worry about any of that right now. Go to sleep."
"Good night."
"Sweet dreams, baby."
**
I find myself at the Parkinson's Park. My favourite place in the whole world. Jaqueline and I used to come here for picnics with mom and dad all the time. We even came here for play-dates for our other friends.
"Hey, sis." A voice calls behind me and my heart starts to race because I know whose voice that is. I turn around and find that I was right. It's Jaqueline.
