Another chapter...

Summary: Tori has a terrible accident and she starts to see weird things. Nobody believes her and she thinks that she has gone crazy. Is she right?

The hospital was awful. There was nothing to do and I got bored very quickly. Luckily, the doctor told me that I was allowed to leave tomorrow. I really couldn't survive another day in this room. My friends did come visit me a lot to help me be less bored and André was still feeling really guilty about the whole almost killing me thing.

At the moment, I was once again alone in this room. My friends had left about 15 minutes ago. Trina didn't show up today. She thought that it would be bad to be seen in hospital. It wouldn't be good for her reputation unless she had a bad injury. Did she seriously want to get hurt? Anyway my parent had showed up from work.

"Hey, Tori, how are you doing today?" My dad asked. I could immediately sense that something serious was going on. My dad was acting kind of strange. I looked at my mom who was also acting weird. Yep, something was definitely wrong.

"I'm okay, a little bored... and what's the matter? Is it about me? Am I not going to leave tomorrow?" I asked. I couldn't hold my curiosity back. My parents looked at each other for a second before nodding and turning their attention back to me.

"Look, a couple of days ago, do you remember when a boy named Chris Goldenberg came into your room?" My mom asked.

"Yes, he wanted me to help him." I said knowing that this was going to turn into bad news.

"He's dead." My dad stated bluntly. I looked at them shocked. He must have been really sick when he came to me, but I didn't notice anything. He looked perfectly fine.

"That's terrible." I said, still shocked that the boy had died.

My father shook his head. "You don't understand. Tori, he died a month before you even were in this hospital and had that accident. That boy you spoke to was dead... dead." He said the last part to emphasize his point.

That part freaked me out. He had already been dead for a month when I talked to him, but that would be impossible. I couldn't and shouldn't be able to see him, right? Every normal person shouldn't see dead people. Crazy people might be able, but I wasn't going crazy.

"Look, don't panic. It could have an explanation." My mom told me.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked.

"Maybe you had met him before or talked to him before. Your head had hit the street pretty hard and you did have a pretty bad concussion. I wouldn't be surprised if your mind was just hallucinating the boy. The doctor also told us that I could happen to hallucinate people and would probably go over soon." My mom explained.

I thought about it for a moment. That did make a lot of sense. My head had hit the street pretty hard. One thing still didn't make sense though, I never met the boy before. I was pretty sure of that. My memory wasn't the best at the moment, but I knew that I never met the boy. Otherwise, I would have recognized him. Instead of making my parent worry more, I decided to nod. I didn't want my own parent to think that I wasn't mentally doing well. They might sent me to see a physiologist or something like that. No, lying seemed like the right thing to do at the moment.

After that, we stopped talking about the whole incident as it had never happened. They stayed with me while I was eating dinner, but they left a little later. They told me that they would pick me up.

I decided to watch TV, but after awhile I was once again disturbed by the same boy, Chris. I closed my eyes hoping that he would somehow disappear and that he really was a hallucination, but unfortunately for me that didn't work out.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked.

My eyes opened. He was still there and talking. I let out a sigh. "Hoping that you're just a hallucination." I said.

Chris looked hurt at the comment. "Why? I thought that you liked me. Before you were really nice to me."

Maybe I was really going crazy, feeling guilty about hurting a dead boy's feelings and talking to a dead boy. He wasn't real, I told myself. Those words didn't help, because he still stood there. I decided to answer his question. "You're dead. You aren't alive and I am. I'm not supposed to see or talk to you."

A confused look spread across his face. "I'm not dead. I'm very much alive. What would I be doing here otherwise? If you're dead, you're supposed to be in heaven or hell."

I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn't answer that question. He still wasn't real. He was just in this crazy hallucination of mine. "Look, I don't know. Could you just come back at another time? It's kind of late."

Chris nodded before he disappeared in thin air. This proved it. I was officially going crazy. He just completely disappeared. Maybe I had been hallucinating that he was here. Maybe my parents were right. Maybe Chris was just a hallucination.

A nurse came in my room. "Is everything alright? I heard talking."

Again I decided to lie. "Oh, a friend of mine called."

The nurse nodded. "Okay, don't stay up too late especially with your concussion."

"I won't. I just want to finish watching this episode." I told her.

She nodded and left me alone.

I couldn't believe how much times I lied today. It was really unlike me to lie, but I somehow kept doing it. I just didn't want people to think that I was going crazy. I decided to only use rational thoughts to explain this whole situation. It probably was a hallucination and maybe I did meet him, but I just forgot. My memory hadn't been the best at the moment, so that would explain that. I was going to be okay at least I hoped that I was.

I wrote this chapter pretty quickly. I'll try to get the next one up on Sunday.

Reviews are welcome.