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I couldn't exactly remember who took me to hospital that night but I was quite sure that the person was too late. All I could remember before I passed out was pain and fire.
The time when my consciousness awoke me, I was lying in a hospital bed. No one was beside me except a doctor.
At one in the morning, my mother arrived with Peter. They looked shocked at seeing me. I still didn't know why I had been admitted to hospital.
No one knew that I was already awake.
I did not want to show.
I just couldn't open my eyes.
There was pain in my back, my legs hurt and I couldn't feel my lower abdomen.
"Her skin is completely burnt," I heard the doctor say to my mother. "And she has lost one kidney."
Oh my god. I heard my mother say.
The doctor was now looking at me.
"The sad part is," he began, "she has lost her virginity."
What? I heard my inner self yell at me.
Who did this?
Oh it's them.
Then I heard Peter say;
"She died now, Okay?"
"What? She is alive and she survived the accident. The medical reports confirm that she could live after a surgery," I heard the doctor say.
"We don't need your opinion, doc. Just forget that she is alive."
"What? Why?" It was the doctor's voice.
Then I heard Peter grumble in a warning edge to his tone;
"Yes, doctor. She died in the accident."
Yes, I am dead.
I didn't want to hear anymore.
Yes, I didn't survive the fire.
"Oh my little baby," I heard my mother humming to my ear, clearly hoping that I would hear, "it was all our fault. We should never have left you here."
"There's nothing we could do Gemma," I heard Peter say, "She died in the fire."
"But tomorrow is another day." Peter added.
And tomorrow I will wake up again.
Tomorrow I will begin a new life.
Tomorrow I will be someone new.