CREED'S POV

We landed in California and went straight up to our sister's hotel. She'd be so surprised to see us. Drew was with me and already sleeping.

As we got to the hotel, I paid the driver, woke Drew up and we both walked up to Amelia's room only to find the door slightly open. I got scared and quickly walked in.

Was this her idea of a joke?

Her room was messed up with bottles of alcohol and pillows scattered around. By the lamp, a note was attached.

"Hi, I'm one of Amelia's friends and she just had an accident with another friend. Meet us at St. James hospital."

Damn! I sprinted out of the room back to the car park with Drew on my heel. We boarded a taxi and went to St. James hospital immediately.

Everything was blurry to me already as tears clouded my vision. The nurses took our names immediately and took us to room 374. That was where I saw my sister, Amelia.

Struggling for life.

The doctor came out and talked to us briefly but I shut him out and kept on staring at Amelia. Drew asked several questions form the doctor and the doctor kept on explaining.

After a while, Drew dragged me into Amelia's room and locked the door. Her eyes were slightly open as her breathing was forced. Like she was tying to use her last breath to talk.

I kept trying to silence her but she seemed so determined to talk.

"Find Violet, apologise." That was what she said before her eyes rolled back and she closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

Drew placed his hand on my hands as I heard a heart peircing scream. I looked at the direction it came from and all I could see was a brown wavy haired girl with her back faced towards me.

My heart clenched and unclenched several times as the tears I tried to hold back came flowing.

I just lost my sister. She was my world and now she is gone. Drew, my eleven year old brother seemed more composed than I was as he just stared into space stroking Amelia's hair gently.

Drew left the room and went to talk to the doctor, they seemed to be having an intense conversation until the doctor raised his head and pointed to a dark skinned girl with thick black hair.

Immediately Drew sighted her, she ran very fast until we couldn't see her anymore. I was less concerned about what just happened so I sat on the chair next to Amelia's bed and looked at her hoping she'd stand up and ask for water or do something.

After a while, our parents came and had a discussion with some doctors as Amelia's body was being moved. Mom and dad looked at me with resentment and left the hospital almost immediately.

VIOLET'S POV

Amelia is dead and it's all because of me. I caused it, I can never forgive myself. I knew they were too drunk but I still let them go. I'm so stupid. Now Amelia is dead and Andrew is hanging on by a little thread.

I broke down and cried in the hospital. The nurses and doctors tried to hold me down when her family came for her body but I kept wailing and begging them to give me a chance.

Maybe I could wake her up and we would never have gone to her hotel. Please someone should give me a chance to wake her. Please!

After sobbing for hours my dad came to the hospital, my dad is a renowned therapist and well known all over.

"Violet, I'm so sorry you lost your friend." He said as he lifted me up and pulled me into a hug.

"Dad, it hurts, it really does. She can't just decide to die! Tell them to bring her back. We have a lot to talk about. Please!" I said as I sobbed into my dad's chest.

"Dad, she's coming back right?" I asked in a whisper as I looked into my dad's eyes. All I could see was pity, pain and hurt as he shook his head negatively.

"Why are you lying? Why? Stop lying. She said she is okay. Stop lying." I yelled as I hit my dad severally. He held my hands and stared deep into my eyes and calmly said, "You need to calm down. Tell me how you feel."

"Do I look like one of your patients?" I screamed at my dad and he looked hurt. He tried to pull me closer to himself but I flinched and said, "Never talk to me. Never!"

   I saw the hurt in his eyes but I ignored it and stomled away with tears threatening to fall. As I got to Amelia's room I sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill from my eyes again.

Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Tears spilt over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam. A solemn tear fell down my cheek; my body looked calm compared to how tangled my mind was.

How? Was the question I kept asking myself.

As I sat on the chair next the the bed I sighted dad with a  quivering chin as his eyes searched the corridor frantically.

Finally his eyes connected with mine, his shoulders were shaking so much, I blinked severally trying to clear the tears from my eyes. He shook his head and sighed as I spotted a tear on his face. With trembling lips I walked up to dad and hugged him tightly.

"Your pain is my pain, our pain." He said as he hugged back patting my back.

"Baby girl, I know how you feel. I know you feel broken, wounded, disconnection and I understand. Please, don't blame yourself for her death. I know Andrew will be fine baby." He said as he held my hand.

"Dad, it hurts." I said as my voice broke.

"I know it does baby." He said ad he ran his fingers through my hair.

"In two weeks I'm going to Ohio." I said waiting for dads reply.

"No. You can't, we are here for you. You've got friends here. Why do you want to leave?" He asked as he pursed his lips with disapproval.

I shoved him away lightly as a lump formed in my throat and tears stung my eyes.

"You're here for me? How can you say that? All this while, its been work and suddenly you're saying you're here for me?" I said and he looked hurt for a second but quickly composed himself.

"Lets not talk about friends." I said and laughed as tears pooled in my eyes.

"Lets see how many friends I have. Shall we?" I scoffed.

"Oh sorry, I just realised I have only two. One is dead and the other is in coma. Ta-da." I said as the tears flowed freely.

"Its all about the money." I said as my heart rate increased. I walked away from him and went to the toilet and stared at myself in the mirror. It was a puffy, red-eyed, worn out girl staring back at me.

Omniscient POV

She mumbled incoherent things through her hands and choked on her sobs. After a while, she sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes again.

A single drop of grief welled up from the corner of her eye followed by streams of tears that flowed faster than her heartbeat.
      
Tears of pain running down her cheeks as she remembered all their calls and how happy she was to come to California. She bleeds the salt of her soul and as it pours from her eyes.

For a moment she looked at herself in the mirror as tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks as all their memories kept replaying in her head.
          
VIOLET'S POV

Then I remembered Andrew, he was my only true friend before I met Amelia. Hot torrents of grief coursed down my face as deep emotions stired with no other outlet but through my long-lasting sobs. Tears spilt over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam as my eyes bleed with pain but no pain could match the one my heart was in.

After doing some breathing exercises, a solemn tear fell down my cheek; my body looked calm compared to how tangled my mind was. More tears stained my face as I fell to the ground. Moans escaped my lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups as my chin trembled.

After a while, mom and dad rushed in. Shocked at the state they found me in, I was rushed to another hospital because apparently, I cried for seven hours straight.

I was given some drugs as the nurses hurriedly inserted tubes into my hand as slowly everything faded as I fell into a peaceful sleep.

Three days later I was discharged from the hospital only to find out that my dad had to go to Texas for an urgent meeting but at least I had my sister and mom with me. 

Unfortunately, things started changing on the fifth day when I totally lost it. It started with uncontrollable crying to  heightened irritability.

      Sage got concerned one day and asked me, and I said,

"I'm so worthless, I know it. Don't try to hide it Sage. I know already."

"Vio, don't say that please. You can always talk to me. Just know that no matter what, I'm always-"

"Please leave." I said and turned away from her. After a while she didn't leave; instead I heard sniffles.

Sooner than later, I started feeling uncertain of myself and lack of confidence and anxiety about myself whenever I tried to play basketball or do some homework.

Mind you, I'm a straight A student. So mom decided it'll be better if I stayed at home.

I started acting without thinking when I ran across the street without looking. After my mom took Sage and I to the mall. Mom took me to some doctors and most of them concluded that I had a mild case of depression due to Amelia's death and the fact that Andrew was still in coma.

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