Chapter 2: The Truth Can Kill

Gigi's POV:

I woke up to the sound of my mother's voice. It didn't sound like it usually did; slow, sure of herself, snobby, like mine. Instead, it was distorted, high, and snuffly, like if you had a cold.

"W-WHY MY C-C-CHILD?!" She screeched, sniffling back tears, "WHY M-M-M-MY BABY?! She erupted into a waterfall of tears. I laughed silently to myself. 'My mom's SOOO retarded!' I thought, wondering what she was talking about.

"Mom, I'm right here! HELLO?!" I screamed, throwing my arms up in the air and pointing my index fingers at my head. She only turned her head slightly, but didn't look at me or pay me any other attention. I huffed and tried again.

"Hello! HELLO! IT'S GIGI!" She looked away, her eyes lost, distant… sad? Why the hell was she so depressed? I was RIGHT FRIKIN' HERE!!! All of a sudden, Kelsey and Heather ran into the room with rose scented tissues, balloons, and a bunch of other crap.

"These are for you, Mrs. Hollingsworth." Kelsey said quietly, setting a bunch of food and tissues on the empty side table. My mom opened the tissue box and blew her nose. Heather and Kelsey grabbed one and dabbed their eyes, being careful not to smudge their make-up. 'Prisses.' I thought, sneering at them, remembering their faces when I was choking, full of fear. Heather patted my mom on the shoulder.

"Where is she going to be buried again?" Heather asked, looking at me. My eyes bugged out and I gasped. BURIED?! What the fuck was going on here?! I scrambled to my high-heeled feet, jumped up and down, and screamed, "I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD! I-" I stopped and looked over my shoulder suddenly. I was shocked, completely shocked, at what I saw.

It was… me? No, it couldn't be ME! I was standing right here! … Right? Wait, no. My feet… aren't… touching the ground. They were floating above it ever so slightly. I was so confused. I 'floated' over to the hospital bed where the other Me was. I stared at Me and smiled. I looked pretty fucking gorgeous. I reached my hand out to touch my perfect gold locks, but as soon as I reached them, my hand went RIGHT THROUGH them. I almost started crying. Actually, I was, but tears weren't coming out of my eyes. They were completely dry. I huffed, turned to the Wannabees, my mother, and the doctor, glaring evilly at them.

"What the hell kind of sick joke is this?" I asked, stumbling over the words. They didn't answer. My mom was still sobbing away, unable to answer Heather's question, Heather was trying to comfort her, and Kelsey was chatting with the hot, 25 year old, tan doctor. I 'floated' over to her and slapped her ass. Kelsey screeched and jumped up, then grinned at the doctor.

"You piece of shit." I spat, slapping her again harder on her cheek. This time, she stumbled backward, rubbing her red cheek. She looked hurt. I liked it. All of a sudden, the doctor spoke, bringing us back to reality.

"Your undertaker is here, Miss." He said, opening the door and putting my body on a stretcher. As he strapped my body on, he turned to my mother and asked, "Would you care to say anything to her?" Before she could even nod, the Wannabees rushed over, dabbed their eyes, and said in unison, "Goodbye, Gigi!" before bursting into tears. My mother pushed them aside, laid down across my chest, and whispered, "I love you, Gertrude. I'll miss you." And a handful of other things. I could barely contain my emotions. With one last glance at the mourners and the hot doctor, I floated to the back of the room and cried. I wailed and wailed and wailed some more. If I had any tears, I would've flooded the room.

When I was done, I looked behind me again. Everyone was gone, except the doctor, who was walking out of the room, wheeling me away. Suddenly, it was dark.

"It's like death all over again." I said, choking as I laid down in the imprint of me on the bed. For the first time ever, I was completely powerless.

Alex's POV:

Back at the sub station, I was trying to keep my mind busy by serving customers. It didn't help, except that I got a tip from a guy in the back of the room. I brought an empty tray to the counter and rested my head on it. My black bob covered my face, which was a good thing, because I was about to cry again. I pinched myself. I was being a baby. I HATED Gigi!

"Alex, you okay?" Justin asked, putting his arm around me. I turned my head to the side, pushed the hair out of my face, and said, "Yeah, Justin, I just like to cry on the counters in the afternoon. It's a more natural way to clean." Justin rolled his eyes and went over to the dishes. I wiped my eyes and set the tray on the stack of dirty plates and bowls.

"Wipe the oven down, sis." Justin ordered, handing me a wet rag. I grabbed it and purposefully wiped a stain that's been there for years. I couldn't do any real work at a time like this.

"Oh, and Alex! You should swing by Suburban Outfitters. They have a new line of jewelry out. 'Choked To Death' by G.G. Hollingsworth." Justin laughed so hard he dropped a dish. I threw the rag aside and made a face. Usually, I would've fallen on the ground laughing, but she was dead. Stuff like that wasn't funny.

"Fuck you, Justin!" I yelled, slapping him with the towel.

"Hey, I was just kidding. I thought you hated her." Justin rubbed his arm. I smirked and began wiping the oven again.

"I do. It's just…" I shrugged again. It was hard to explain how I felt.

"Mhm…" Justin said, waiting for an answer. I glared at him again.

"I don't know, okay?! I mean, yeah, she's a rich, greedy, preppy bitch, but it was all so… sudden,' Justin nodded his head and wiped his hands with a dry towel.

"Yeah, but at least it was a Gigi- like death." He said.

"… What the hell does that mean?" I asked.

"Death by expensive jewelry." I smiled and slapped him again. Justin turned around and hugged me. For that moment, I felt happy for the first time today.