"CASSY. What's this video?!" I turned, shaky and dreadfully, to a very angry Zander. He was holding up his phone, clenching it with such rage that I thought he would break it. "Look, Zander, I-I c-can explain-" I started, but he cut me off. "EXPLAIN?! What's there to EXPLAIN?!" he yelled, marching up a few steps towards me, and I cowered deeper into the chair. "Excuse me Sir, please lower your tone," this passing nurse said, glancing at me as to say You are soo dead. Gee, thanks for the obvious. "You kissed who-whoever this guy is! " he yelled again and I winced. "Cassy, I thought-I thought I could trust you," his voice turned very sad at that moment, betrayal and hurt seeping through it, and my heart just broke. I'd rather have him yelling and screaming at me than seeing him this way. Then he hit the punch line. "Cassy. We're over." he whispered, before walking away. I sat there, for a few minutes, maybe hours, frozen. Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my clothes, dripping into Alison's diary, but I didn't care. The same passing nurse passed me again, and she looked at me pitifully, her eyes saying Told you. I hate her already. I should leave, I thought. I should leave this state, go to some remote island and start over. I probably have enough cash from my college fund. I could go to a boarding school. Find new friends. Or I could go to Paris, and take up a course in fashion. Or I could- "Miss?" My head snapped up, and I broke away from my daydream, turning to face the man in white. "Alison is awake now. You can go see her if you want," the doctor said, before making a face at my ruined state and scurrying away. She's awake. I could text Zander about that. But no doubt he blocked my number from his phone already. Or I could visit her myself. I didn't realize I had already stood up and marched to her door until my hand rested on the cool slate of concrete. But I didn't prevail, I pushed it open with the littlest of force, and peeked my head inside. She was lying in a white bed, with tubes strapped to her, fluids running through the clear plastic. "H-Hello?" I heard her cry, and I slowly shut the door, making my way to her bedside. I sat down in a mono block stool, and watched her for a moments. "W-Who are y-you?" she whimpered. Oh. She lost her memory. Right. She doesn't remember me. Doesn't remember anything. She thinks I'm just some stranger she met along the way. She has no memory of me, nothing to spark that we were friends, or that she hated me. She knew nothing. I stood up to leave, since it was useless coming here, when it happened. I turned one last time to gaze at her, just for a millisecond. But that millisecond was long enough to see it. To see something in her eyes. Knowing. Smug. Sinister. "You know," I breathed involuntarily, and her eyes had a moment of panic, before resting to the same I-lost-my-memory look. But I knew better. "You never forgot anything!" I barked. She stared at me, oblivious, but I wasn't going to fall for her trick. "You set me up! You don't have amnesia, you remember everything perfectly well," I hissed. Finally, her eyes flickered, and her cover was blown. She looked at me, no, scratch that, she GLARED at me. "And who will believe you, Zy?" she taunted, "Everyone seems to think that I've lost my memory," she smirked. I raged, "I'LL SHOW TO EVERYONE. I'LL EXPOSE YOU. YOU FILTHY, SELFISH, SELF-ABSORBED *****-" She rolled her eyes, and suddenly, alarms sounded and my eyes widened to see Alison's hand on a big red button. The door flew open and streams of doctors and nurses flew in. Alison's face had morphed into the amnesia look again, and she pointed one finger at me, "S-SHE THREATENED ME. S-She harassed me! I h-have no i-idea who s-she i-is, and s-she barged in and s-spat i-insults at m-me! She's violent! " Before I could protest, arms were around me, dragging me away from Alice. I struggled, but it was a lot against one; I stood no chance. I let them drag me to the door, where I looked one last time to Alison. My so-called friend. But there was no trace of friend in her anymore. All the doctor's and nurses' attentions were turned to me, and I saw Alison lower her guard one last time. Her face mixed into something pure evil, with a smirk dancing on her lips. She opened her mouth and mouthed something at the struggling girl in the doorway. Gotcha. Comments, suggestions, feedback! Thanks for reading!
Andi, good is and understatement. It like being kicked of a waterfall by a unicorn, slapped by mermaid tails, being shoved down a rainbow, an breaking your butt on a pot of gold. And that's still an understatement.