Chapter One

"Let's break up,"

The moment Finn said those words my eyes welled up.

"W-what?"

I stuttered with tears rolling down my cheeks. Stupid tears! I am trying to comprehend those words. 

"Let's stop this," He said firmly as if he won't change his mind. I looked up to him after hearing those words. He sounded so imposed. 

"Finn, we don't need to. I can give you space if that's what you need. I will give you, just don't---don't do this," 

And it finally sunk in. The words. Three words like the ones he used to tell me, every night, every morning, but these three words are different, it makes my heartache. It's painful. I didn't mind how pathetic I might look. Because one thing I believe in the most is that you just don't throw true love away. 

"Carly," he called me with eyes as cold as ice. "We are not going to work. This is not going to work,"

I wiped the tears on my cheeks with my hands. I was not able to bring my handkerchief with me because I wasn't expecting this would happen. None of these things I thought would happen. Not right now. 

He asked me out to get coffee, to catch up with our lives since he's been busy planning the strategies for his football team while I was so tied up with my cheerleading squad. I did not expect it to be a breakup kind of day. 

"Please, Finn. I will give you space, you can call me after you feel better. Finn, please!" I begged him. As if I am someone who will die if he will break up with me. I wanted to say more. I wanted to ask him about what the hell is going on?! I want to be a bitch but all I did was to say please. 

"Carly, stop making a scene," he stood up while I held his arms, soaking in tears and sobbing loudly.

"Finn, please,"

"Stop it!" he hissed.

Everyone in the coffee shop stopped what they were doing and threw us a stare. Some stopped typing on their laptops, some paused their chitchats to see what's happening. News flash, this is the popular breakup. Where the Cheerleader looked so pathetic because the Football Captain is a jerk. 

"Finn---" then he held my hand that's holding him, trying to loosen my grip on his arms which he easily did because I was too weak. Then he walked out of the coffee shop's clear glass door, leaving me alone and everyone continued what they were doing.

Finn broke up with me.

And another fairytale ended. Once upon a time, there was this popular girl in high school, the cheerleader, who fell in love with the heartthrob football Captain who broke up with her and lived happily ever after.

I composed myself on my seat. Wiped off the tears with my hands. I can still feel their eyes on me.

"I am Carly Davis. I am beautiful, I am brave. I am strong and I am going to make Finn come crawling back to me," I whispered, trying to cheer myself up as I walk out of the coffee shop, my pancake still untouched and my white coffee has gone cold.

I don't know what to feel r maybe I am feeling a lot of things right now and I can't figure out which one makes me heartache the most.

But my tears kept flowing down. It won't stop.

What did I do wrong? We were together for almost a year now. I was the one Finn dated the longest. I did everything. Supported him during games, made out with him, joined family dinners, and went to after-game parties. What did I do wrong?! Where did we go wrong?

Tears were blocking my sight and I keep on wiping it all away but it was no use. And then all I heard was honks and beeps.

And everything went black.

**

I can hear the sound of the monitor near me. I have not opened my eyes yet but the smell was familiar. Smells like sanitizers. Then I opened my eyes, slowly and carefully and the white ceiling and walls welcomed me. It felt painful when I blinked as if I opened my eyes for the very first time. 

I touched the tube in my mouth and coughed a little, waking my Mom. My Mom hysterically shakes my Dad who was in a deep sleep. Dad frantically stood up from his chair accidentally hitting the table that made the vase filled with Baby's Breath flower shudder a little. 

"Hon, call the nurse! The doctor! Oh, God, honey!" She caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. I understand that I am in a hospital and Mom is acting this way because she's worried. The question I have in m, and right now is why the hell am I here?

The nurse came. She took off the tube that supports me to breathe. Dad kissed the top of my head and asked, "What's your name?"

My eyes narrowed, "Dad," 

"Just checking, honey. The doctor says there are chances you could have amnesia. We'll never know unless you wake up," He reasoned with his eyes looking at me almost teary. 

"Mom," I pouted and my eyebrows met at the same time.

She just nodded and said, "Honey, Dad's just worried. Just answer him,"

"Carly Katherine Davis," I answered dryly.

"Age?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Just answer you Dad, Carly," Mom said with an authorized tone, her arms folded together over her chest. 

"Eighteen,"

"What school do you go to?"

"William Memorial High School,"

"Name of Father,"

"Robert Davis. My Mom's is Isabelle Davis, both forty of age. Dad, is this some kind of biodata I need to fill out? I have no amnesia. I am me, I remember everything except from why I am here," I almost shouted but I kept it low.

"Good, thank God!" They both sighed in relief.

"So why am I here?" I asked and squared my shoulders. My head hurts a little. I squeezed my eyes shut as I feel a little sting inside my temple.

The Doctor came in, "Good to see you awake, Miss Davis," he stated "Follow the light" he was holding a pen and he moved it from right to left. "You were in a car accident,"

"Oh, My God!" I screamed. I froze and stared with wide eyes, my eyebrows raised perplexed in the state.

"Honey, calm down," Mom held my hand and handed me a glass of water.

"BP's rising," the nurse says.

"Don't worry, Miss Davis. You are fine and being taken care of," the Doctor says.

I breathe slowly and asked, "Where did the driver go?! Did he or she bailed?!"

"Honey, calm down."

"We took care of her, honey. Melissa helped us settle the bills, she insisted. She was going to work. It was an accident." Dad cleared my confusion.

"A witness was able to call an ambulance, fortunately. You coded when you arrived. Unluckily, you had traumatic injuries because your head bumped the headlight with impact, three stitches on your temple, bruises, and two stitches on your arm. But I will still order a CT to be sure. You are five days in a coma, Miss Davis, glad you finally wake up." He smiled at me.

"FIVE DAYS IN COMA?! OH MY GOD!!" I screamed, again.

"BP's rising," the nurse says.

"My blood pressure is rising because I just found out I was in a coma for five days!" I shouted, "God, my head hurts," I touched my head.

"Push one morphine and we'll proceed to CT," The doctor ordered the red-head nurse---which he obviously likes. He's glancing over her shoulder since he is like a foot taller than the lady. 

Why is it so easy to tell whose in love?!

And why is there a guy in a black hoodie and pants with a bow and arrow leaning on my hospital room's door?

I think I hit my head so bad.

**

My CT result came out great, no such things were detected as nerve injuries, muscle and tissue problems, and other internal damage. I need to go to school and catch up. And I am the cheerleader! I must practice and watch my team practice the routines and choreographies I made myself.

"Honey, you can't go to school just yet. The doctor says you need rest," Mom explained to me.

I shook my head, "Fine,"

"Don't worry honey, I am going to your school today and talk to the principal,"

"And I am going to buy you lunch outside." Dad knows I hate hospital food, tasteless crap. 

"Okay, I'm just going to rest, then,"

They both left with their agendas, leaving me alone in my hospital room. It was quiet. The doctor advised me not to use my phone so my Mom took it and I don't know where she hid it. I am bored now and I don't know what to do.

Then my thoughts wandered to five days ago, my accident. This is all because of Finn and my tears. If he broke up with me at school, Vanessa will comfort me and I would not get hit by a car. He could've done it at home where cars aren't driving around. Not in a coffee shop.

But what's the sense of finding fault? I am alive and single. I just can't believe that everything went like this. I was just blinking and when I did once again, everything had gone different.

And then I felt my tears wetting my cheeks once again. My tears can fill up a cup. It was almost a year of being together, how could he just throw it all away?! And I didn't even get to ask him why the hell he did that. Why is this not going to work? Am I not enough? or was he tired from training?

I wonder if he even visited me while I was in a coma for five days.

"No, he didn't,"

My eyelids felt heavy, too heavy but I managed to look around my room, trying to find where the voice came from. But there's no one here inside, I am alone. Is there a ghost here? Well, of course, this is a freaking hospital!

"Hello?" I asked still having trouble sound brave. I sounded like a trying hard scaredy-cat. "Come out, come out wherever you are," I whispered.

I said those words like a three-year-old playing hide and seek with her neighbors.

"Gosh, you are creeping me out!"

I heard him chuckle, it is a man's voice. 

I scanned my left and right without needing to move my head. Trying to get a glimpse of the person where the voice is coming from. 

"You are freaking me out!" I yelled and slapped my face to wake myself. Maybe this is a dream or something caused by the post-traumatic accident I had. 

Should I press the code button? Oh My Gosh! Maybe the CT results were wrong. But the Doctor discussed the results with us, he said that there's nothing wrong and everything is good. I should ask my doctor to do it all over again!

A man in a black hoodie and pants appeared in front of my bed. The same guy with a bow and arrow on his back earlier when the nurse took out the tube in my mouth.

"Oh My Gosh, you're not going to kill me are you not?!" I panicked, my BP was rising as shown on the vital sign monitor beside my bed and so was my heartbeat, it was racing.

"Hi, I am Cupid,"

The grin on his face didn't suit him at all.

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Hi, I'm Ila! A Filipina writer and welcome to my new story that has risen from my drafts!

This story was plotted by the thirteen-year-old me. Just a disclaimer, I am still learning, all grammatical errors and mistakes are mine.

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