True or False.

Chapter 3

Everything is a blur. Nothing makes sense. I do not need my glasses anymore. But nothing is clear anymore. Nothing is as it is. Nothing is as it should be. Everything is destroyed, thrown, broken. Just like our dreams, shattered into pieces. One thing. One minute second. One single glance and everything changed. Went up in flames. All these years, all the work. All for nothing. Because why... just why?

I drop down to what I imagine is my childhood bedroom floor. I can feel the broken glass pieces from the mirror. I can feel the shattered glass from the picture frames. They are nothing but a reminder now of how much of a failure I am. How much of a fraud I am. How am I supposed to face the world now? With that thought, I lie my head over my folded hands.

Loud gasps. Loud sighs. I am in the air. Now I am somewhere soft. Words. Muffled words. What is going on? Where am I? What the hell is happening? Soft clicks, darkness. What? Beeping sound. Recorder. Some voices float into my ear. There is nothing. Nothing makes sense anymore. I need to report my crime. I have to report my crime. I need my cell phone. Where is it? I cannot feel it. There are stars. I am looking at the sky. Am I outside? What is going on?

Light. Bright light. Deafening silence. There are no more stars. What happened?

"Get up Alison." That is my mom's voice. I look at her. Wait. My mom is here. Where am I? What is going on? I stare at her, and she sighs loudly before shutting my door with a loud bang. And again, there is this deafening silence. I roll over, sighing.

Opening my eyes, I take in the disaster that is my childhood bedroom now. Everything is in pieces. My dresser, my mirror, all the picture frames. Even my wardrobe has some cracks. How am I on my bed? Oh wait. I think my parents made me sleep on my bed. Sighing. I get up. Or try to. The splitting headache makes me fall back down instantly. What? I close my eyes groaning. Stars. That makes me open my eyes instantly and see the galaxy sticker I have on my ceiling. Perfect. I was not outside. I was lying on my bed and seeing stars. Then where is my phone. I somehow, get up groaning at the splitting headache. From the mess, I retrieve my pants from last night and there in the back pocket is my cell phone, now out of battery. I charge it and wait for it to switch on. As soon as it switches on, I go to call 911. But only I see I made that call already. What? How? Weird. I have also received a call from a blocked number, and I have no idea who it could be.

Memories. Loads and loads of memories flood my brain and I am lost in their sea. Not even swimming. Just drowning. So many memories. So many things we still have left to do. Yet. Cloe is no more and I... well I am barely functioning without her. Why? Just why? Why did it happen? Why did she die? How did she die? It does not make any sense to me. I checked everything, then what went wrong?

Laugh. Sounds of laughter floats to my ear. And the melodic sound perks my ear up. Only person laughs like this. Only person I know, and love has this melodic loud laugh. And that person is dead. So how can I hear her laugh?

Gathering myself as best as I can, I pad downstairs, barefoot to see what is going on. But the scene unfolding at the dinner table makes everything more confusing. And now everything is going dark. I saw Cloe die. I killed her. I left her. I ran. Everything happened. Didn't it? Then how is she here having dinner with my parents, laughing causally as if she did not die last night. As if I, her best friend, did not kill her. As if everything is perfect. The last thing I see is Cloe winking at me before the darkness takes over. 

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