A.N: I know that I keep writing somewhat depressing ones, but with all the cuteness that is Cori, there has to be a lot of depressing moments, or at let thats what I believe. I'm trying to even it out. Feel free to disagree with my opinion though,haha.
Reviews are always appreciated.
My eyes flutter open and once my vision focuses, I furrow my brows in confusion. This is not my bedroom, so where am I?
My eyes trail from the bright white room that I'm in, down to my bedside where a sleeping redhead is sitting on a chair, sleeping. Her head is resting on the edge of my bed and I notice that one of her hands is holding my left one.
Her hair is sprawled across the sheets and it resembles a pool of fresh blood. She has a calm expression on her sleeping face...she kind of resembles a child. Her nose scrunches up and then she groans softly a few times before her eyes flutter open, to reveal the most innocent brown eyes that I have ever seen.
"Tori..? Oh my God, your awake!," She exclaims. The next thing I know, she's engulfed me into a vice-grip of a hug and I feel like I may pass out. For a girl with such a petite body, she sure is strong...I guess that she realizes that she's hugging me too hard, so she loosens her grip on me. I awkwardly pull back a bit and she has a huge smile on he face.
"Um, I'm sorry...but who are you?" Those last three words wipe the smile from her face and her big brown eyes start to frantically search mine.
"Y-you don't remember me..?" She asks, her voice cracking a bit at the end. I slowly shake my head.
"I'm sorry..should I?"
"Tori...I'm your girlfriend-Well I was, but I'm actually your fiancée now." She gives me a small smile as she shows me an engagement ring that's resting on her ring finger. I scrutinize the expensive looking ring because it doesn't look familiar, at all.
"How old am I," I question.
"Oh that's easy! Your 23," She smiles as if she has accomplished something big...how odd.
I shake my head. "You must have the wrong person, I'm only 16 and how do you know me?"
"W-we met when you turned 21, at the casting for your first produced play. We love each other..."
"I've never written a play before in my life and I love my girlfriend of two years, Jade."
"Jade..?" Her voice cracks and she shuts her eyes tightly and then she starts to shake her head frantically.
"No, no, no..." She mutters in a broken voice.
What's going on and where is Jade?