Yeah, it's pretty funny. I deleted my author's notes not thinking, and it totally screwed up all of my reviews and stuff like that. So, I had to make two more and replace them so it wouldn't be screwed up.. if any of you caught that if you couldn't review. So any way's I'm thinking on ending this pretty soon and starting a new story. I Knew won't be that long. Probably only around 5 chapters long, maybe.

And I'm warning you now, this chapter has a lot of bad language in it.

Chapter 19

"Owen"

Oliver's POV

We were in a house, which I'm guessing is my parent's house. It wasn't that nice, but it was okay. Orlando led me up to a room. We walked inside and it freaked me out. The walls were painted black, the comforter was black, red, and lime green, and the carpet was white. It freaked me out, and the worst part was I knew that it was Owens room. Also, it smelled like cigarettes and mixtures of alcohol.

"Oh wow," I said amazed. "I-I can't believe this is Owens."

He merely nodded his head, "Neither can I. But it's the sad truth. Owen took it hard when we both died. He became a bad kid. Always getting in trouble, and everything else. He got expelled from two different elementary schools, three different middle schools, and five different high schools. Our parents moved around a lot because of him. At the age of 9 he started smoking, at the age of 12 he started drinking and by 14 he was doing all different kinds of drugs. But, he didn't become that way because we died. It was because of our parents Oliver. Our parents. After our parent's moved to Pennsylvania, Owen got neglected.

"Mom became depressed when Owen was 6 and she got crazy. She's now in an asylum. Dad was always at work or he was sleeping. He hired a nanny for Owen but she didn't really care about him. She told him to fend for himself like dad did. He didn't have a childhood like us Oliver. They never taught him right from wrong. When Owen turned 8 he got into the wrong crowd at school. It's extremely hard to believe an 8 year old getting into the wrong crowd. The wrong crowd though was two other kids, that hung out with older kids that smoke. That's how he started smoking, drinking and drugs. He did what his friends thought was cool. Not what was right." Orlando sounded like he was ready to cry at the end of his speech. And I couldn't blame him, I didn't even know what to say. It was really hard to take in.

"I can't believe that our parents would neglect him and all of that. I-it's not like them. Not one bit." I said to him.

"Us dying changed all of that. Owens coming home soon though. If I'm correct he should be walking in right about…" Owen walked through the door. "Now."

My jaw dropped at the sight of him. It wasn't what I expected. He had long black hair, that covered almost all of his face, with blonde in it. He had piercings on either side of his lip, I think it's called snake bite piercings? I don't know. Also a nose-ring. (Here's a random picture off of photo bucket. I searched emo guy and this is one of the pictures that came up. And no, I'm NOT stereo-typing, this is just what I imagine Owen to look like at 17. Here's the link to it: http://i212. )

To tell you the truth, he scared me. He wore all black and had on tight black pants. He came in, sat down on his bed and lit a cigarette. Just then another guy came through the door. He had on a red shirt with tight black pants and blonde hair with red tips. "Yo, Owen. I have $50 do you have any?"

"Yeah, man. Here's $50 worth." He pulled a box out from under his bed and handed the other guy a plastic bag with white stuff in it. It was drugs. "He's a drug dealer too?!" I practically screamed.

"Like I said bro, he got into the wrong crowd, it's depressing isn't it?" He said to me. "But that isn't all. Listen to what they talk about."

"Thanks man," The blonde-haired kid said. "So that party had some crazy shit didn't it? What happened between you and that Emma girl?"

"Went upstairs," He smirked. "She's actually pretty good, if you know what I mean, Trevor."

"Yeah baby!" He held his hand up for a high-five and Owen high fived him.

I was upset, how could my baby brother get to be like this? "Orlando, get me out of here. I can't stand to watch anymore of this."

"Okay," He snapped his fingers and we were in a park. "Uh, where we go next is up to you once I ask you this question. Would you like to see how you were when you first came out of the accident and how long its been and how you look now? Well, not now-now. But like as in your coma-now."

"Um," I thought about it for a minute or two. "Sure, why not?"

He snapped his fingers once again and we were outside a hospital room. "Are you SURE you want to do this? Because I'm telling you now, it's NOT pretty. This is what you looked like when you first came out of the accident."

"Yeah, I'm sure." I told him and opened the door.

I opened the door to see myself, which it was kind of weird to be looking at myself lying there almost lifeless. My skin was so pale, it looked white. I was covered in bruises and I had a cast on both my arm and leg. My head and my waist are wrapped up in bandages. I looked like death. Also, I had a lot of cuts, and I was all swollen it was hard to recognize me. I had one of those blood bag pumping blood into me, I was hooked up to a whole lot of machines.

"Wow Oliver, you look like death." He commented.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, this is kind of freaking me out. So can I see myself on what I look like in like real time now?"

He nodded his head but then said "No, you're in surgery right now. So I'll have to show you yourself like a couple minutes or whatever before you went into surgery."

"What am I in surgery for?" I asked him.

"Well, when we were in the accident. You're skull collapsed into your brain and for some unknown reason it happened again. So they're fixing it. Oh wait, you should be out of surgery right about now." He told me.

"Is that even possible?" I asked him, confused.

"Apparently." He said shaking his head at me. "Let's go see yourself now."

"Okay," I thought about how weird that sounded and then we were outside of the same hospital room. He looked through the window.

"Okay, you're in there. I was wrong, sorry. We spent more time at Miley's, both future and far future and Owens then I thought. Because, this time is going faster, so this is the day after you're surgery." He explained to me.

"Okay," I opened the door and I saw myself once again, I looked normal except I had a cast on my right arm and my head was all wrapped up in bandages. I saw scars from the cuts on my face, and arms. I couldn't see the rest of my body for it was under a blanket.

But not only did I see myself, I saw Miley. "Miley," I whispered so faintly that I wasn't even sure if I thought it or said it. She was crying and I heard her talking, "Oliver. Please wake up. I'm lost without you. You can't hear me right now, but would you like to know the worst part? I think I'm in love with you. And the doctor told your parents just yesterday that you might not ever wake up. He even recommended taking you off the life-support you've been on for awhile." She started crying even harder and my heard shattered just hearing her cry.

My parents walked through the door, "Miley," My dad said. "We've done a lot of thinking and we think that it'd be best if we took him off life support. He's been on it for nearly half a year now. We don't think he's going to be waking up anytime soon."

"We think it's for the best, sweetie." My mom whispered, her voice dripping with sympathy. For various reasons.

"NO! YOU CAN'T!" Miley cried even harder.

"Orlando! Do something! They can't take me off! I'm here! I'm right here! I'm going to get better! Make them stop!" I screamed at him.

"I'm sorry, Oliver. It's up to you now. If you want to wake up do it soon, they're taking you off life support in an hour or so." He said looking at me with sympathy.

"NO!" I screamed, I noticed that Miley screamed that at the same time as me. I broke down crying and I repeated "I'm going to wake up!" Over and over again. I put my hands on my ears and started shaking my head and I fell to my knees. "I'M GOING TO WAKE UP!" I screamed louder then I ever have before. Then I started fading, and I started to feel dizzy. "Orlando, what's happening?" He didn't answer me so I repeated it louder.

My world started spinning then all of a sudden everything got black and I couldn't move a muscle, I couldn't even open my eyes, not even twitch my finger.

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