Violet Jackson can barely take a breath of senior year before Flynn Davis walks down the hall of her high school. It takes one look at him to have her world come crashing down.
She thought that Flynn Davis is no more than Sebastian Reynolds, who di...
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"Just great." I sarcastically mutter once I peel my eyes open and discover I am lying in the nurses office with a slight ache in the back of my head.
"How are you feeling, Violet?" I jump when I hear a feminine voice from beside me. The school's nurse stands beside me with concern on her features.
"Fine." I give her a simple answer. I am surprised to have no trace of a headache, or any part of my body ache from the fall.
"Do you remember what happened?" The nurse questions. As she does, the memory floods back into my mind and I feel the colour drain from my face.
I'm going crazy. That's the only logical explanation behind all of this. I saw the ghost of Sebastian Reynolds. My trauma had gotten worse than I remember.
Although I remember Dianna introducing him as her brother. There is no way that was Sebastian Reynolds. I saw him die before my own eyes. I'm not sure which explanation sounds scarier; it being Sebastian, or a twin.
"Uh, yeah sorry." I apologise for spacing out in my thoughts and get off the uncomfortable bed.
"Violet, do you think it's wise to go back to class? I can have the school call your mother." I shake my head at her offer, the desire of getting answers flooding my head. I can't already end up home on the first day.
Maybe I should of agreed to online schooling.
"Really, I feel fine."
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Her comment takes me by surprise. Right now I am unsure if I did see a ghost today, or I hallucinated and I'm slowly being driven crazy. "You're so pale, dear."
"Thank you for your help." I rush out the door before she could stop me. Normally when a student is unwell they send them home, but I don't want to be that weak and let even more rumours spread about why the school is sending me home.
I glance at the clock as I walk down a hall with the classrooms and discover it's just the beginning of forth period.
I groan and accepted that I'll undoubtedly be given detention for being this late to class by the time I get my book from my locker.
I walk past the classrooms as fast as I could before turning the corner to the main hall with my locker. I unlock it and grab my English book out carefully without dropping all my notes that are tucked under the cover.
I slam it shut and make my way to the end of the hall, furthest away from the doors. I huff and adjust my book in my arms as I round the corner to go up the stairs.
