3 "The Statue and The Smoke"

"Faith is the last victory over contradiction and the final argument for the meaninglessness of existence."

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When I opened my eyes, there were people in white suits walking around my head. When the images became clear, I saw that they were ambulance workers. Someone leaned over my head and started talking.

"She awoke."

The others then joined the conversation.

"Did you remove the glass shards and stitch?"

"I removed the glass pieces. The stitching is nearly finished."

"Okay. Ask the patient questions. Let's see if there is amnesia."

"Okay."

Then she turned to me and smiled.

"Do you remember your name?"

"My name is Elizabeth Vincent."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Yeah-sure. I was on the bus with my friends. Suddenly the car in front got into an accident and we hit it. I don't remember the rest. Wait a minute... Gwen! My friend! Is she okay? Oh God, what a terrible day. My head hurts so much."

"Take it easy, Elizabeth. Gwen is fine. Don't worry she's not as hurt as you do. You can see her in the hospital. We're here, look!"

After she said these, the ambulance stopped and they took me down quickly. When we entered the emergency room, I did not expect to see a Gwen messing around. Gwen was screaming, crying and messing up at the same time. When she saw me, she froze and ran towards my stretcher.

"Elizabeth! I was so scared. I thought you died. I thought you died because of me. You were in blood Elizabeth. I was so scared. Thank God you live..."

I was looking around as Gwen continued to scream. I had no idea how Tom and Dylan were doing. Dylan had taken cover and made me less hurt. Was he okay now? Or was he worse than me? With this thought, I felt terrible and looked at Gwen.

"Gwen, Tom and Dylan... Are they okay?"

"Oh, yeah yeah... They're fine. You've been less hurt thanks to Dylan. They've only got scratches. You don't have to be afraid."

"Understood..."

I closed my eyes and continued talking.

"When can I get out of here?"

"Well, sorry Elizabeth, but you should stay here tonight."

"Do mom and dad know? Tell me they don't!"

"I had to explain. I felt guilty. If something happened to you it would be my fault. And they also wanted to talk to your parents. Not because of me..."

"Hey hey hey! Wait a minute. It wasn't your fault, Gwen. Don't worry yourself. It's okay. I'm not angry, they'll just worry now and the risk of locking me home is pretty high."

"Who is locking whom?"

I saw Dylan when I turned my head to the speaker. His anxious gaze hovered over me. He sat in the chair next to my bed and sewed his blues to my blues. He started talking as he ran his hand around my arm.

"Who is locking whom? You still haven't answered."

"I was saying maybe my mom and dad can lock me up after this accident..."

"Oh, I got it. Does it hurt?"

I had a hard time assembling the sentence he said, hesitating, and I answered.

"No. It doesn't. I, thank you..."

"For what?"

"You saved me, Dylan. I guess not even a thank you is enough for what you did. In this case, you get rid of a few scratches while I survive the accident... It's amazing."

After I said this, Dylan's face tightened and he stood up suddenly. He squeezed my shoulder slightly and said get well soon and left.

Dylan's facial expression confused me and the dream I had when I passed out was puzzling me.

But I was sure there was something strange about Dylan. That makes me nervous but also makes me wonder about him...

When I got out of the hospital, I went straight to my house and listened to lots of advice from my mom. When I got to my room, I saw a strange smell all around. I could see the smell I was getting, and when I closed my eyes and opened it again, I realized that I could still feel the scent but could not see it as before. I gently rubbed my head with my both hands. My feet caught somewhere as I walked towards my bed with my eyes closed and I made my classic flight towards my bed. When I quickly turned my head and looked at the thing on the floor, I just stood on the bed with my mouth open. The tiny statue, still standing upright despite the fact that I had just tripped over, was eye-catching.

When I looked at the gold-colored statue, I thought it made no sense. I kept looking at the statue but could not compare it to anything. With this anger, I kicked the statue, but this tiny devil not only did not move, but I think it broke my foot. I was walking into my room, I could smell a strange smell and see the color and shape of the scent. Although I could not resemble a crashed statue to something, I was not afraid of this small object, on the contrary, I was curious about it. But it was still impossible for me to sleep here while this statue was here. My inner voice says, "Tell to your father, smart!" I decided that this made sense, but still not to tell my father. Now there was no need to worry anyone about a tiny statue. I wondered if I could be cursed like in the movies. Even this thought was absurd. Surely Gwen was kidding me. I took my pillow and duvet and quietly went down the stairs to the living room, lay down when I prepared my bed and fell into a deep sleep without analyzing what had happened so far.

When I opened my eyes after a deep sleep, I was first stunned for a second or two by the sight I saw. I rubbed my eyes and tried to recover. I think the recent events caused me to go crazy. If I didn't go crazy, and if what I was really facing was real, they could have put me in a mental hospital. I stared at Gwen and Tom kissing without caring about anything in front of me. They had not seen me wake up. It could not have been such a disgrace in my house. When did they fall in love so much? I threw them as I took my pillow. Tom was staring at me naively as Gwen screamed. I had just met Tom and didn't trust him at all. It was annoying that Gwen trusts him so easily.

Before I could trust Tom, I had to find the answers to the strange questions in my mind.

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