Waking up not knowing where you are, knowing you have no one else to turn to, thinking seems to be an everyday thing. Thinking about what I could have done to prevent my parents from dieing,questioning why? Why did I have to black out ? Why couldn't I fight? What did I do to deserve having my parents taken away from me? No one seems to understand my situation but me . I have been thinking in this room for almost 3 days now. Two weeks since the accident, Two days since I came back from the hospital.Now I wait, waiting for them to come to get me .
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.