Olivia has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder since she was three. One day she gets kidnapped, discovers a secret from six years ago, her best friend is killed in the process but she cannot remember any incident from the kidnap.
She's forced to ch...
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Derek looked at me, his eyes were sad like he was going through something no one could understand. I stood frozen in a spot and fear-stricken. I closed my eyes and pinched myself to shake off the hallucination but when I opened my eyes he was still seated on the bed looking at me sadly.
I wasn't hallucinating, the idiot was right here.
"What do you want from me?" I asked when I finally found my voice.
"I'm sorry Donna but you have to help me." He responded.
"Help you? Do I look like a joke to you? You died, you are dead. How can I possibly help you?"
"By finding out the truth and making sure everyone knows what happened."
"Derek please go," I responded firmly.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. And you're foolish for thinking you can get Alex's attention with that thought in your head."
I looked at Derek in surprise. Whether it was his ghost or my imagination playing tricks with me, the person talking to me right now needed to shut the fuck up and get out of my room. With one glance at him, I picked out another pair of clothes from my wardrobe and stepped into the bathroom to get dressed. I couldn't imagine myself dressing up with Derek or whosoever he was staring at me.
How could he even tell what I was thinking? This whole thing was becoming really weird and I was beginning to freak me out.
I was seeing Derek and he could read my thoughts. I must be in some kind of fantasy were seeing a ghost was a real thing.
When I was done dressing up I stepped back into the room. I was half-surprised to see him still in the room, stretched out on my bed as he used to when he was alive. Some parts of me wanted to tackle him into a bear hug that will choke the air out of his lungs. The other part of me wanted to yell at him and banish out of my life completely.
But instead, I stood still and tears flowed out of my eyes. Here was my best friend appearing to me and asking him to help him figure out what I didn't know. Here was my best friend lying on my bed one more time.
"Donna please don't cry, you know I hate to see you cry," he said and walked up to me, his scent filled the air and I closed my eyes to inhale it. This was the scent I remembered, the scent I looked forward to inhaling everytime. My favourite scent in the world.
I sat on the bed then Derek sat beside me and took my hands.
"You have to help me, Donna, you really have to help me." He said with sad eyes. "I can't do this without you." He added but it still didn't make sense to me.
How could the same person that haunted me during the night need my help during the day? How could the same person that kidnapped and slapped me need my help? There was no thinking about this, I needed no part of whatsoever this was.
