Like a child standing by my ear, producing the most irritating sounds, I awoke to constant beeping. Antiseptic hung to my nose hairs as if trying to drag them down, it was a scent that never left me throughout my long stay. 

I was a mummy wrapped in bandages from my head to my right leg. Despite my resistance, my consciousness faded in and out. I lifted my body, only to be bombarded by a pounding pain which dragged me down.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Hartmann asked before examining my eyes. Her pure white coat and the pale lights made the baby cheeked, blond haired doctor look like an angel. I hated her already. Anyone who looks innocent never really is, Sandra is a great example.

"Like I ran into a wall," I answered. I felt worst, the type of pain that would only visit after being beaten with a steel beam.

"Considering the fall you took, I'd say you're quite lucky." She smiled briefly, then her eyes fell back to the charts she was reading.

I had no doubt the hospital would see a que of worried classmates, and a forest of bouquets decorated around my room. Everyone would see the damage Sandra caused and she'd finally be expelled. I especially hoped he would visit, a tingle in my stomach left me grinning at thoughts of us together.

"Jose!" The Doctor called out, worried.

"huh?" I noticed a light brown stain on her coat, and caught a whiff of coffee.

 She reiterated "do you know when your guardian will arrive," my school used to ask me that all the time, " It's been two days now but they're still not picking up?"

The revelation of time was the plot twist of my life. I first thought my classmates wanted to wait before visiting, unfortunately; as time passed, there wasn't a single petal decorating my room, or even a text message. 

My peers likely don't know which hospital to visit, but they could have asked the teacher? - Does the teacher know? 

"Do you have another contact you could provide us with?" She requested sympathetically. My thoughts expanded in my mind, there wasn't any room for her question. 

"no," the word fell out with my sighing.

A few days later I plotted my grand return, still clinging to the idea that there would be a surprise party waiting for me.

Eventually, I was released from death's mansion.

I returned to school with my cast and bandages, although I didn't need them anymore. I limped into the building followed by stares and whispers,  like spiders lurking around, crawling all over me and poisoning my mind with doubt. The discomfort slowed my steps.

I arrived at class, everyone's head moved in unison, silently watching me as I took my usual seat. He came in with Sandra, my stomach sank as they smiled at each other.

I abandon my fake limping and rush to class where I find him, still sitting next to Sandra - a nuclear attack on my heart, "why are you still with her after what she did?" I demand an explanation.

He coldly responds, "It's none of your business who I hang with."

A tear escapes, followed by another, slowly they wear down my barricade of pride and fury, I would do anything for him but he would never accept my heart, "after everything, you still push me away."

"You're a manipulative, obsessed liar who only cares about themselves, everyone's finally seen through you," Sandra comments unnecessarily, smirking with that dirty look on her face, the support of the class fuelling her confidence.

"What are you talking about?" I inquire, my mind on a rocky boat barely holding off the storm.

Usually his voice is a warm mug I can wrap my hands around, bringing me tranquillity; however, this time his words burn me, "the teacher checked the security camera, Sandra didn't push you, her hands weren't even near you." He takes a breath in disbelief and exasperation, "people like you disgust me."

Sandra exudes self-satisfaction as she glares at me, her eyes poke a hole in my boat making me sink in the sea of despair. - I'll make her regret this.

"I'm the one with the injuries," I try and dig my way to victory in this situation.

"You gave yourself those injuries to make Sandra look bad," a once friendly voice yells out.

I've sunken lower than I expected, if only I never woke up from the fall.

My voice is hoarse and broken from sorrow, "I did this..." even oxygen has gone against me, leaving me gasping, "...for you."

"I've known how you felt for a long time and I tried sending hints so you don't get hurt, If I knew you were like this I would have avoided you completely." He throws the words at me without regards to my emotions.

As I crossed the bridge of life on a thin, worn rope, you were my support.

The gathering is ended when the teacher enters. The day is smothering; the memories choke me and send tears down my cheek which I try to hide. I catch my classmates twirling their index finger on the side of their head, indicating that I'm out of my mind. - I can't continue.

After break time I shelter from everyone's hatred in the toilets.
Annoyingly, the door creeks when I push it, my steps tapping the floor as I make my way to an empty cubicle, hard to pick one when they're all empty.

Passing the time on my phone, I browse through the notes I had made on him: his birthday, favourite food, favourite baseball team, usual cologne; I know him better than she does, so why..?

Under the blaring light, sitting on the shut toilet seat, I search for my answers online. My initial intention was to create a forum on Reddit, until the page I was on is replaced by a pitch black screen with a smiley face in the centre- Happiness Delivery Service.

The light above me flickers as I read the words. The pip's high pitched ring signals the start of another class I'm missing.

I've attempted black magic once but there was no impact on Sandra. Whether it works or not, I need to try. Desperation leads me to fill in the form, rather than my home address I prefer using my school address. 'What's your wish?' After deep thought I write my heart's desire, chanting in my head for this website to be real.

Soon after hitting the submit button, a hand covered in a black glove appears from under my cubical like a snake. I lift my legs up in shock, I was definitely the only one in here, and I didn't hear the door open. When the hand slides out, a cardboard box sits on the floor.

Curious, I unlock the door and hurry out, the doors of each cubicle are wide open, however I don't find them, or anyone. Their footsteps none existent when they leave as it was when they entered.

I open the parcel hurriedly, finding a black perfume bottle the size of an egg with a smiley face marked in the glass, light reflected on the eyes makes it seem as if it's staring at me - This is going to work.