Weekend finally came and I glad that Avery decided to stop talking to me that whole week. I locked myself inside my room all day, reading a mystery book I bought with Chelsea before the accident.

Chelsea loved reading and writing. I remember how she writes a novel and lets me read every single of them. I was her only fan since she never got to publish those books she wrote on Microsoft Word.

"Why don't you publish those?" I remember asking her while her back was faced to me, typing furiously on her laptop.

"I don't need anyone else to read this, you're here, aren't you?" she says as she sips on her coffee.

"Why am I the only one who should read your works?" I say and she turns her desk chair around to face me.

"Because I'm the author and I make the rules," she says in a 'duh' tone.

"Huh?"

"Oh, come on, Amelia!" she groans, turning herself around. "I just think that my books are shitty," she says.

"But they aren't, I swear," I say.

"Really?" she says, still continuing to type on her laptop.

"Affirmative."

"Then you're the only one worth it to read them."

**

I got out of my room to prepare for dinner when I heard mom talking to someone. I'm pretty sure it wasn't dad because dad comes home at seven and it was only six. I go downstairs and checked who she was talking to.

"Cole?" I say as soon as I saw the guy who was sitting on the couch, conversing with my forty-two-year-old mom.

"Oh, hey!" he says standing up to give me a light hug. "It feels like I haven't talked to you since forever."

"It's because you were such a Mr. Popular," I accuse and he just laughs this off.

"More like it's because you were busy with Avery," he says. I can sense a slight change of tone in his voice.

"What do you mean?" mom asks.

"Your daughter here has a crush on—"

I pinch him before he can finish whatever nonsense he was talking about.

"What?" mom says.

"Nothing, mom. He's just joking," I say.

I pull Cole outside of our house and look at him with disbelief.

"Hey, I was joking!" he says, laughing.

"I don't care if you were joking or if you weren't. Avery was my sister's boyfriend, imagine what my mom would think if she heard what you were about to say earlier," I say, trying to keep my voice down.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he apologizes.

"Why are you here?" I ask him.

"I wanted to see you but your mom won't stop talking so I wasn't able to ask for you," he replies.

"Wow, for the first time I'm thankful for her being a chatterbox," I mumble.

"Come on, seriously, aren't you going to say something pleasant?" he says.

"No, now leave," I say.

"Wait before I do, answer my question," he says and I just cross my arms. "Is it true that you kissed Avery?"

I just stare at him, not knowing what to say.

"N-no," I lie.

"You're lying," he states.

"He kissed me, not the other way around," I deflect.

"Same thing," he teases.

"Just leave, won't you?" I say.

"One more thing," he says and I just groan. "N-never mind, then." He turns to leave but before he could he adds, "I think Avery's playing around with different girls."

**

"What flavor do you want?" Chelsea asks me, looking through the glass.

"Vanilla," I answer and she looks at me with disgust.

"Such a boring person!" she says and instead of ordering what I told her, she orders me a cotton candy flavored one. She hands the ice cream cone to me.

"You know how much I hate cotton candy," I say but she just winks at me. I lick the ice cream and I can't believe I actually like it.

"Not bad, right?" she says and I nod. "Try this one." She hands me another one with a birthday cake flavored scoop. I give it a taste.

"This one tastes bad," I whisper to her, trying my best not to be heard by the seller.

"No way! I love that one!" she exclaims, grabbing the cone from me and gobbling the whole scoop in just five minutes.

"Want some more, miss?" the guy behind the counter says and Chelsea sticks out a thumbs up. The guy scoops more of the birthday cake flavored one on a cone and hands it to Chelsea. "Pick whatever flavor you want, it's on the house," he winks.

I had a strong feeling that it's because the guy was awestruck by how pretty Chelsea was.

We ended up eating ice cream for our lunch and when we finally left the place, the guy asked to talk to Chelsea in private while I wait for her outside.

When Chelsea finally got out of the place, she gives me a smile.

"Guess what?" she says.

"What?" I say.

"My guess was right," she giggles. "The guy likes you, that's why he gave us free ice cream!"

She gallops on the side of the road, giggling like a little girl.

**

I woke up at 3 am for some reason, feeling so lightheaded. I went straight to the restroom and started puking. My head felt like I was having a hangover. I ended up lying down on the floor of the restroom, my whole body failing on me.

I can't seem to sit up, let alone stand up. So, I just decided to lie on the floor for a while when I heard Chelsea's voice.

"Get up from there, slowpoke!" she says and I can see a bright light from where her voice was coming from. "I swear to god, if you don't get up there, I'll splash you with cold water."

"C-Chelsea?" I slur, raising my hand to cover my eyes from the bright light. I can feel her sit down next to my head.

"I kind of miss you," she says, laying a hand over my forehead. I shiver at her touch. I try my best to sit up but then I was blinded by the bright light that emits from her body.

"W-why a-are y-you here?" I ask.

"I'm here because you decided for me to be here," she says.

"Wh-what do y-you mean?" I say.

"You kissed my boyfriend, didn't you?" she accuses.

"I-I didn't!" I defend myself.

"You did," she calmly says. "That's why I'm here. I'm here to tell you how unpleasant you are. I can't believe that out of the seven billion guys around this world, you chose to kiss your dead sister's former boyfriend."

"He kissed me, C-Chelsea. I-I s-stopped him," I say but she just giggles.

"What-e-ver!"

I can feel her stand up as the bright light suddenly becomes dark.

"It's all your fault," she says. "You let me die."

The whole restroom became dark, I can no longer see a single thing.

"I just hope you die, too."

I felt her breath against my lips. It was cold and light.

"Come with me, Amelia," she says. Suddenly the whole room starts to light up. I can see her hand reaching out to me. When I try to take it, she jerks it back. "Come with me," she repeats but this time she doesn't reach out her hand.

"Reach me if you can."

I woke up the next day on the floor of the restroom. I stand up, my whole back aching from the hard surface of the floor. I look at myself in the mirror and that's when I realized the scratch marks on my face.

I touched my face and despite how bad it looks like, I didn't feel anything. I blinked and suddenly it disappeared.

What's happening?

What the hell's happening with me?