I nod, barely noticing my actions. Amelia turns around, and I blindly follow, only vaguely aware of the the crowd around us. Amelia leads me to a shadowy spot behind the building, hidden from view of the windows. My brain is working at a thousand miles an hour, but I still can't comprehend what's happening.
Why would she approach me?
Before I can ponder over the question any longer, Amelia turns towards me, and takes a shaky breath.
"Bianca...do you remember me?"
I'm unsure how to answer. I don't know her, and yet it feels like I do. I decide to answer truthfully, and say, "I'm not sure."
Amelia's reaction is hard to judge; she just nods and replies, "You know that you were in a car accident three years ago, and that's the reason you were in a coma?" I have to suppress myself from rolling my eyes. This again? How foolish do people think I am? But, deciding to humour her, I nod again.
"They never caught who did it." It's a statement, and I'm uncertain of how to reply. Her voice is breaking, her breathing laboured, as if she's close to tears.
"It was my father Bianca. My father was the driver."
I'm shocked; frozen. Is she admitting out right that her father was the one that nearly killed me?
"He was drunk, I'm so sorry Bianca, it wasn't his fault, he never wanted to hurt anyone..." Her words spill out, mixing, blending, until it's a storm. She repeatedly apologizes, telling me that he was drunk, how it wasn't his fault. She seems so fragile, so vulnerable, and I'm shaken out of my trance when I see a lone tear sliding down her pale cheek.
I move my arms around her, engulfing her in a hug. Her tears soak into my skin, and I drink in her misery like it's a real, tangible object.
"Hey, hey...I don't believe in that story. I'm sure your father is completely innocent."
Her miserable eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head. The tears fall again.
"It isn't. I was there Bianca. I was in the car."
Gazing into her dark eyes, so filled with tears, and with a genuine look of grief and guilt painted on her face, I slip, and think for once that maybe it wasn't a web of lies Caitlin was spinning, but strings of truth.

******

I walk into the class, thanking the heavens that the teacher isn't here yet. I'm not sure how late I am, but it feels like an eternity has passed. My whole life has tilted, once again; for the first time, I finally let the thought burrow into my mind that maybe, just maybe, I might have been in a coma after all.
I feel a gaze targeted at me, burning into my head. I look up, and vaguely register that it's the boy I attempted to sit next to yesterday. Ignoring him, I'm about to walk past him to the last seat, when a strong grip closes around my wrist. I look up, straight into the smirking face of that boy.
"Hey lovely. I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I'm Michael, and you're Bianca, right?" Without giving me a chance to reply, he continues, "Anyways, why don't you sit right here?" He says, pointing at the empty seat next to him.
I can feel lava bubbling inside me. Who does he think he is? He wants me, so he can just get me?
Hell no.
"Look jerk face. I don't know who the hell who think you are, but let me tell you: you lay a hand on me again, and I will crush you into oblivion. That, is a promise. Do you understand?" The anger inside me still hasn't subsided, but I know it's not all anger at Michael. All the stress of today just welled up, and Michael just broke the dam. Nevertheless, I twist my hand out of his grip, and stride over to the last bench.
I can feel the stares of the students on me, but for once, I couldn't care less.

Heyyyy peeps! Hope you liked it <3 Seriously though, if I was the reader and not the writer, my reaction to Bianca letting herself think that maybe it's true, would be like GLAD YOU CAUGHT ON! Also, a huge shoutout to DianneLu8 and LeahValdezHerondale for all the support!! Seriously love you guys!! 😘😘😘 A huge shoutout to all of my lovely readers!! Absolutely adore all of you!! Anyways, thanks for reading!!