Part 3The Utter Ruin of My Unwanted Sister
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Zoey Vance hired someone to hit me with a car.
I ended up in a coma, a vegetable.
For six long months, I lay in that hospital bed. Not a single visitor. My world was a blank, silent void.
Mom not showing up? Didn't surprise me.
Zoey not showing up? Wow, kid's got patience, I'll give her that.
Until one day, I felt a presence, heard a voice near my ear.
It was Mom.
"Candace, don't blame Mom! Lying here like this… it's costing so much money…"
She had dismissed the nurses, her hand gripping mine.
I knew what was coming.
"Don't blame Zoey," she continued, her voice low. "She just lost her head for a moment."
Right. Right.
"Zoey says she'll never feel safe as long as you're alive," Mom muttered, almost to herself.
She pulled off my oxygen mask. A few crocodile tears splashed onto the sheets. Then, she turned and walked away.
If no one came in, I was dead.
As my consciousness faded, the last image wasn't of my childhood, my parents holding my hands walking through autumn leaves.
It was the acceptance notification on my phone from six months ago, right before I logged off Twitter for good.
My admission to the USC screenwriting program.
What a shame…