"On a serious note,bro,I haven't seen Peyton in a long time.Is everything okay?"Zane Maddox,Mason's closest friend,asked.Was he genuinely concerned about me or was he just faking it?
I turned to him,wondering if he'd sensed that something was off.Did he know something about my death?
The night I died,it felt like someone attacked me from behind.I wasn't so sure about how I died cause my head throbbed with pain then.
And when I woke up,I noticed that my soul was trapped here.
"You have nothing to worry about,"he said,irritation in his voice."She's better off disappearing.At some point,it was nauseating because she was always clinging to me,pretending to be sick in front of my parents."
I stood before him,shouting,"I wasn't pretending,you douchebag!I really was sick!"
But he couldn't hear me.What was I expecting?He thought I made up my illness to guilt-trip him into marrying me which was far from the truth.
He had forgotten the car accident that caused damage to my brain.The blood clot still pressed against my brain nerves that caused me to severe headaches every few days.In all of those times,I never told anyone because I thought it was best I handled it.