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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

This is getting annoying.

Beep.

Beep.

Okay, Really annoying.

Beep.

All right. Time to open my eyes and destroy whatever the hell is making that sound.

As soon as Andrea opened her eyes however, bright light burned her retinas and she immediately had to shut them again. Her head was pounding and her neck hurt immensely.

"Ms. Creston? Can you hear me?"

Refusing to open her eyes, Andrea simply moved her head towards the voice and mumbled a barely audible "Mmm hmm."

"Wonderful. Now, I'm going to need to ask you a few questions, okay?"

What, was she in a police station? Did Mom or Dad commit some heinous crime? Did she do something?

Oh God, did they know about the suicide? Was she in some rehab center or counselors office? Did her mom send her to a psycho ward?

Too curious (and scared), Andrea finally opened her eyes, trying to ignore the pain that all the light was causing. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that she was in a white room, on a not- to- comfortable bed, hooked up to some machines, one of which was causing the horrible beeping…

Oh crap. A hospital room.

Okay, so psycho ward was not quite out of the picture. What happened after she drank the water again?

Oh yeah. She fell.

And I'm still alive.

Okay, so the poison wasn't so poisonous after all. Crap.

Well, I just spent about two hours being all moody and depressed about my supposedly "imminent" death. Lovely. Now I'll be in a mental hospital for the rest of my life.

Sighing, Andy turned towards the male doctor next to her. "Alright," she said softly.

The man pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. He was carrying a clipboard with a stack of papers, as well as a bottle of pills.

"Your mother just left a few minutes ago by the way. She waited by your bed until we told her that you'd be just fine. Apparently she had a meeting."

Andy didn't know whether to smile or frown. Mae did come to see her, but she didn't even wait until Andrea woke up.

"So Andrea-"

"Andy," Andrea replied automatically.

"Andy," he tried again, "A young man found you in Tree Gap Forest. Now, I don't know what he was doing on your Grandmother's property, but that's not the point. Apparently, you had fallen out of a large tree, and when he brought you here, your neck was completely broken," he sighted, shaking his head. "We honestly don't know how you're alive right now. The break should have killed you, or at least paralyzed you entirely. But when we went to operate, your neck was fine." He looked at Andrea, studying her, as if she were an unknown species.

"You're incredibly lucky. I hope you know that."

Andrea had a guardian angel. There was no other explanation. Someone was out there was desperate to make sure she lived. Either that or some devil wanted her to live hell on earth for the rest of eternity. Of course, she wanted to remain positive.

After the doctor had given Andrea some pain medication, she called her mother who came to pick her up from work. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were red and puffy, and Andrea had to assume that she had been crying. That was why when she got out of the car, she wrapped her arms around her mother, who pulled her in for a quick, strong hug, before prohibiting her form ever going to the forest alone again. Not in the mood to argue, Andrea just went up to her room to think.

If she did have a guardian angel, however, it would have to be Grandma Winnie. Who else would it be? She really wasn't close to anyone else who had died in her lifetime. Well, except for Mugsy, her adorable cocker spaniel who died when she was fourteen. She had cried so hard over Mugsy, but Grandma Winnie stood by her the whole time, holding her hand. She had made the death of Andrea's beloved pet easier to bear.

It had to be Grandma Winnie, making sure she was alright. Grandma Winnie had promised her granddaughter that no matter what happened, Andrea would always have her Grandma to protect her, to love her.

This was Grandma Winnie keeping her promise. She was here.

For the first in a long time, Andrea felt completely loved. She broke down and cried, smiling up at the heavens.

Andrea decided to ignore her mother's rules. As soon as Mae Creston left for work, Andrea slipped out the back door and headed to her tree. She needed to find that vial. It was her grandmother's after all.

Finally, she reached it. Getting down on her hands and knees, she padded the ground, feeling around for that small, glass bottle.

Ten minutes later and she was still searching, refusing to give up until she found her grandmother's possession. However, she had no luck. She could not locate the glass bottle.

Sighing sadly, she brushed the dirt and leaves off her jeans as she went to sit over by the now covered spring. Yes, the spring was completely covered by a large, gray stone- her grandmother's tombstone.

Winifred Foster was not really buried here though it was her wish. Mae Creston, however, had buried her beside Grandfather, and simply had another headstone made to be placed exactly where her mother had wanted. Andrea had argued with her mother about this for weeks after Winnie's burial, but Mae had turned a deaf ear.

Andrea's hand traced over the familiar words. "Loving wife and mother." It was extremely brief- both Mae and Andrea could have had a whole novel written on that stone- but their finances would not permit anything more. However, they were able to plant lush flowers all around the stone. Red tulips, yellow daffodils, and fragrant irises, as well as many other plants, artfully decorated the ground. Mae and Andrea made sure to take good care of the blossoms, tending to them devotedly.

A sudden chill swept over Andrea, and she whipped her head around nervously. She began to feel like she wasn't alone, that she was being watched. And it certainly wasn't her guardian angel.

Becoming very nervous and jumpy, Andrea finally decided to vacate her spot by the tree and return home. She began walking very fast, and when she her a twig snapping, she took off sprinting, too frightened to turn around.

If she had, she would have seen two sets of eyes, looking at her in shock.

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