Epilogue
ELLA
It was raining-pouring, actually. A hell lot of rain was crashing down from the clouds and drenching me, of course, since I was on the road. It was my fate, after all. Every day, when I stepped out of my house, it was a bright, happy, sunny day. But then, a minute later, halfway to wherever I was going, the rain would start-always.
But yeah, one thing-I always liked this weather. The thunderstorm, the chaos, the unpredictability of it all. It always felt like the clouds were trying to say something. But since they couldn't speak, they cried instead.
And then, all of a sudden, while I was still on the road, the rainwater turned red.
Like blood red.
In just two seconds, everything changed.
There was a car accident right in front of me.
She was in the driver's seat.
Haya.
Haya was in the driver's seat-eyes closed, mouth hanging open, blood pouring from her lips. The way her neck rested awkwardly on her shoulder told me everything. She was gone. My childhood friend. My only friend. She was no more.
I was watching her from the front seat.
When I reached out to touch her, a sharp, unbearable pain shot through my hand. That's when I looked down at myself.
I was covered in blood.
Completely.
A piece of glass was lodged in my stomach. I was in so much pain, yet I felt nothing.
I didn't know what to do.
So, I cried.
Then-
My eyes snapped open.
Gasping, I looked down, my body drenched-not in blood, but in sweat. My head was spinning, and of course, my migraine made sure I wasn't getting any more sleep.
I got up to take my pills. The bottle was empty.
Great.
It had been eight years. Eight years since I lost my best friend. Eight years since the accident. And for eight years, I had been having the same nightmare.
I couldn't sleep. I had severe insomnia.
I needed pills just to rest.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I pressed my palms against my eye sockets, as if that would somehow push the pain away. But it wouldn't. It never did.
Crying like hell, I forced myself out of bed.
Time to get dressed.
For the coffee shop.
It was already 7 in the morning.
Skipping breakfast, as always, I stepped out of my house and started walking down the footpath.
