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Chapter Fifty One

Before we start this chapter I wanted to thank ALL of you for helping me get Number one for #Exlicitlanguage. I love you all so much. We're at 1.2k reads and just want to thank you all for giving my book a chance.

Now, without any interruptions, my book.

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I hear voices. Around me. But I only recognize one of them. There's a total of about 5 or 6 voices.

I try and force my eyes open but they won't budge. "Wake up." A voice says, which I don't recognize.

Turning around, I see a man without a face. "You're back." I grin running to the man but every time I try to get close to him he moves further away from me. "You're still moving away from me, right?" I smirk.

"Wake up, Arabella." The man speaks.

"Wake up from what? You keep telling me to wake up but I'm awake right now."

"Wake up. You're friends miss you." He says.

"I doubt Amelia cares whether or not I'm dead," I mutter, looking down at my feet.

"Wake up. Who do you think is holding your hand?"

I feel a hand on my own, but I don't see it. It doesn't feel like a female's hand though. But maybe it is hers.

"Help me wake up." I beg him, running towards him.

"Just open your eyes." He says, in a duh tone. Never heard that tone from him.

"But my eyes are already open." I exclaim. He slowly starts disappearing from my mind. "Please don't go again. I need to wake up. Amelia actually cares about me." I begin crying.

"Svegliati, piccola, per favore non smettere di litigare." A new voice says, causing my eyes to open wide. [Italian Translation: Wake up baby, please don't stop fighting.]

I see a new image. About 5 or 6 people above me. I instantly close my eyes due to how bright the room is.

"Arabella, open those damn eyes again!" Amelia's voice yells which causes shock to go through my whole body and I open my eyes again, slowly.

I don't recognize any of the faces around me. "Where's Ame-?" I ask but stop myself from continuing due to how hoarse my voice sounded.

"I'm right here, Arabella." Her voice says making her way to my face. "I missed you so much." She cries.

"You did?" I smile, my voice still being hoarse.

"Yes, but Vincenzo was a mess without you." She chuckles while crying.

"Who?" I ask the name not ringing a bell.

"Vincenzo Varallo, aka the love of your life?" She questions pointing to a man I've never seen before.

"Who are you?"

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MEMORY LOSS? SO CLICHE, I know. I didn't want to end the book immediately. I actually like Vincenzo and Arabella's story. It's the best thing I've written. I AM NO DOCTOR. I don't know how memory loss works exactly. If you see some crazy ass shit, it's cause I watch anime.

Also, how could I forget? The new book cover. I'm postponing it. I actually forgot about editing it but it should be done very soon, don't worry.

Thanks again for helping my book reach Number 1 for #explicitlanguage.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: WHAT'S YOU FAVORITE ANIME (IF YOU WATCH IT)?