꧁ 𝐅 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄 ꧂

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀-𝑶𝑵𝑬

ELENA GIANNA ROMANO

I had no clue what was going on. I was wide awake and from the sirens and the conversations I could tell I was in the hospital. I was scared. There was beeping noises and it started fading. I think I fell asleep.

Or maybe I died.

I don't know. But if I died then that would be kinda say because I was looking forward to all my other clothes arriving. And the football game obviously.

But that was just because I wanted to watch Mattia play.

If I died I wonder what I would've died from. Maybe alcohol poisoning. Or overdose, but I'm pretty sure if i overdosed it'd we way different.

Maybe I caught lung cancer and died from smoking so much. But then again that's not how cancer works. I really need to start paying attention in class, or actually going to class. Oh well.

I physically do not have enough brain cells to even do simple maths let alone do all this medical shit so even if I did go to my classes I would forget everything within 0.3 seconds.

But I guess that's my sign to just get married to Mattia and let him work. He definitely has way more braincells than me. Using the information I got from Mia, Bella and aria he is very intelligent, which made me love him more.

He's also very hot.

He's the finest of the fine. He's the hottest of the hot. He's just beautiful.

The way he looks at me also gives me butterflies. I felt really bad for doubting him. And it will not happen again.

I'm sure he loves me too much, everybody does. I'm just so amazing. Not to my siblings, they probably see me as a disappointment, but it's okay because their opinions don't count. Neither does Abigail's.

She's just a bitch who doesn't like anyone so her opinions definitely don't count. But Mattias so and he loves me sooo.

I mean even if he doesn't love me I love him so it's fine.

I wonder if he knows I'm dead. He probably doesn't. But he'll be finding out soon. But hey let's look on the bright side, no more school for the rest of my life, or my dead life. Whatever you wanna call it.

Its good and bad. Being dead isn't actually as bad as I thought it would be. I'm kinda vibing being dead, I think it's fun. I know I may be talking to myself but I'm sure a few people will be down here soon.

Id assume Luca would be the first because he's the unhealthiest out of us all. Or I technically am because I died first from whatever.  I'll ask Luca once he gets down here because he'll be here extremely soon. 

By the way I'm saying down here because I'm probably in hell. Also why do people make hell seem so bad, I think it's fine. I'm having a blast down here. Just get the music, alcohol and cigs and we'll be good.

Or not.

I mean I'm already dead so I guess if I die again it'd be fine. Can you even die when you're already dead. Maybe, maybe not. But that's a problem for another day.

I felt someone squeezing my arm. Oh maybe Lucas here already. I open my eyes, and I'm sitting in a literal hospital room.

All I'm thinking is what the actual fuck.

Maybe this is the hospital in hell, maybe I've just died already, I've died while being dead. I mean you never know.

"Oh, good morning sweetie, are you alright?" A nurse asks. "Uh, yeah," I say. "How are you feeling," she feels my head to see if I have a temperature. "I feel fine I guess," I say.