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Ch. 2

Brad found me in my room, curled up on the floor, and called my mom who came home and took me to the hospital. I was more in shock over the fact that he did the right thing than the fact that Jesse had left me I think.

So I woke up in the hospital. The white walls had a few pictures hanging on them; my mom was asleep in the chair next to my bed. Andy was staring out the window across the room. There were numerous stuffed animals, gifts and balloons covering every available inch of the room. I looked at the vase of flowers next to my bed. They were red roses. I read the tag attached to them.

Suze,

Get well soon! I miss you.

Love,

Paul

I felt like gagging. He'd said that he realized we weren't meant to be, but that hadn't stopped him from stalking me… and Jesse…I shut my eyes against he onslaught of emotion. He'd been so protective. He'd bashed in Paul's nose more times than I can count over the past few weeks. And told me he loved me, the day before he left me.

I still loved Jesse, but anger covered up any feelings of love. How could he? After everything I'd done for him? How could he just find another girl?

My thoughts froze. Another. Girl.

What if there was someone else?

I closed my eyes and felt like crying again. He left me for someone else.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. "Andy?"

He turned to me and a look of relief crossed over his face. He ran forward and gave me a hug. "Suze! You're okay!" My mom woke up.

"Suzie?" tears sprang to her eyes, so I didn't scold her for the whole 'Suzie' thing, "Oh, honey, you're awake!"

"How long have I been out?"

Andy looked grim, "four days, the doctors want to ask you some questions," he was cut off as a doctor walked in the room.

He was a short guy, with thick glasses, blonde hair. He looked like someone who had never been out from behind a text book.

"Susannah Simon, you're awake. Lovely. Now, there's a few things I need to ask you, were there any stressful moments before you passed out?"

"No," I lied. Like I was going to tell him that.

He looked confused. "Well, I'll look over your file, and see what I can come up with, but for now," he smiled, "you're free to go."

I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I had nothing left to live for really. Oh, sure. I'd go on. Go to college probably, get a job, have a life.

But I'd never fall in love.

I wouldn't have Jesse.

Maybe I'd become a nun.

Okay, maybe not. But you get the idea. I was depressed.

After they'd released me from the hospital, my mom and Andy had taken my home. Where I still was.

Four hours later.

They didn't make me come down for dinner. That was one thing to be thankful for. I didn't have to face the world. I rolled over on my side, started to fall asleep. I welcomed the darkness. It was one of the only things that would be normal lately. Sleep…

I heard a crash next to me and sat up, twirling around. The last person I ever thought I'd see again was in a heap on the ground.

Jesse.

He smiled at me and stood up. I guess he was still getting the hang of the whole materializing while being alive thing. I didn't think it would be that different from doing it as a ghost, but hey.

Oh, I should mention where we'd learned this in the first place. Paul had been giving me my shifter lessons. Granted, Jesse wasn't a ghost anymore, but I was learning a lot. Not that I would admit that to him. I was actually learning more from Dr. Slaski than I was from Paul, but whatever.

Wait a minute.

I was mad at him. Oh, yah.

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE!

"What the hell are you doing here?" I said.

He looked shocked. Like he didn't know.

"What are you talking about?" It's amazing, It had only been four days, and it sill seemed like forever since I'd last heard his voice. His smooth, silky voice…

I felt my nostrils flare, I was pissed. How could he just show up here, pretending like there wasn't some other girl, like we were still together? LIKE HE STILL LOVED ME?

"Susannah, I'm here because I heard you were hurt, why wouldn't I come over first thing?"

"Oh, so now you care if I'm hurt."

"I've always cared Querida, why would now be any different?" He looked confused.

"Oh, so you cared that I was hurt when you dumped me? That's nice. Really. I'm touched."

"What?" his voice came out somewhere between a yell and a hissing whisper. I know, it sounded as weird as it is to imagine.

He walked over to the bedside. His face was just inches from mine, his lips, I wanted to kiss him…

…but I didn't.

"Get out," my voice was low and filled with hurt. I didn't care. I let the tears fall.

"Get out and never come back."

He didn't want to leave, he tried to kiss me but I shoved him off.

"GET OUT!"

He left. I curled up in a ball on my bed, pulled the covers over my head and cried myself to sleep.

A/N: See, I told you it was going to be longer. I know, my chapters are short, but look at it this way, it means you get them sooner. Think of it in a positive way people.

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