"I don't know what happened, father. Like I *coughs* said. I felt like everything was just dying on me." My father, who is the mayor of the city, came to the airport and brought me home. I explained everything to him. Including Michael. Except for the visions and Cassandra. I didn't think he wanted to hear that. "I bet he did something to you! I knew he was a circus freak! He will leave this city so help me God!" Ever since the children talked about The Maestro, my father has held a grudge against him. My father's main goal right now is to save me and get rid of Michael. "Father, please. Don't. He didn't do anything to me other than kiss me. I'll be alri-" I've been vomitting all day. The symptoms I am having are weakness, vomitting, coldness, low temperature, slow hart-, hart rate, drearyness and massive pain everywhere I'm touched.
"He will pay for what he has done to you! He will NEVER come back!" my father yelled. My mother sat on my bedside trying so hard to comfort me in my time of weakness. "Mother, maybe Michael knows whats wrong with me. What if we have him come here and figure it out. Maybe he can save my life." I begged for her to take my side but she doesn't think I'm dying. "Sweetheart, you're fine. You're just ill. You'll be better soon. I know it." She kissed my forehead and left me alone in my room. I lay there, knowing that I am dying. I try so hard to keep my eyes open because what if I never wake up? I don't want to die. Not this young.
I heard a knock on my door. I looked to see who was here and my eyes lit up as much as I could. It was Michael. "Hey, sicky. What's up?" "Michael. What did u do to me? Ever since we kissed, I feel like I'm dying." he giggled at me and said,"That's because u are. Because of the fact u won't accept that you're Cassan-" "I AM NOT CASSANDRA! WHY DON'T u UNDERSTAND ME?" I rose my voice as much as I could so he would know I was angry that he wouldn't listen to me. volgende thing I hear and feel is my mother shaking me and saying,"Sweetheart! Wake up! Taylor!" I woke up yelling as loud as I could,"I am not Cassandra!" I finally opened my eyes to realize Michael was never here. I did fall asleep. It was all a dream. I was dreaming he came.
"Sweetheart, who's Cassandra?" asked my mother. I felt myself sink into my bed as I wish I hadn't yelled that. "Mother, I wasn't completely honest with u and Father. meer happened at The Maestro's house. meer than I said." She looked at me with shock. "Harold! Taylor needs to talk with us! Come back up!"
After my father came back to my room and stood before me, I tried my best to explain everything I didn't to them. Cassandra, Michael, the painting, my visions, my feelings. Mother believed me but my father still had his doubts. "I don't care about this Cassandra woman of your visions. I am meer worried about getting rid of that circus freak that decided to put his lips on yours!" "Father, please. Listen to me. I think this has something to do with me dying." My father got real close to me and said,"Taylor, unless a professional doctor comes in here and says your dying, u are just ill."
I know I'm dying and it's all because of Michael. I need to speak with him but I'm too weak to go. I need him to come to me. "Mother, please, get The Maestro and have him come here whether u have to hide it of not from dad. Have him come. Please" my mother took my hand into her own and said,"I will, sweetheart. I will."
"He will pay for what he has done to you! He will NEVER come back!" my father yelled. My mother sat on my bedside trying so hard to comfort me in my time of weakness. "Mother, maybe Michael knows whats wrong with me. What if we have him come here and figure it out. Maybe he can save my life." I begged for her to take my side but she doesn't think I'm dying. "Sweetheart, you're fine. You're just ill. You'll be better soon. I know it." She kissed my forehead and left me alone in my room. I lay there, knowing that I am dying. I try so hard to keep my eyes open because what if I never wake up? I don't want to die. Not this young.
I heard a knock on my door. I looked to see who was here and my eyes lit up as much as I could. It was Michael. "Hey, sicky. What's up?" "Michael. What did u do to me? Ever since we kissed, I feel like I'm dying." he giggled at me and said,"That's because u are. Because of the fact u won't accept that you're Cassan-" "I AM NOT CASSANDRA! WHY DON'T u UNDERSTAND ME?" I rose my voice as much as I could so he would know I was angry that he wouldn't listen to me. volgende thing I hear and feel is my mother shaking me and saying,"Sweetheart! Wake up! Taylor!" I woke up yelling as loud as I could,"I am not Cassandra!" I finally opened my eyes to realize Michael was never here. I did fall asleep. It was all a dream. I was dreaming he came.
"Sweetheart, who's Cassandra?" asked my mother. I felt myself sink into my bed as I wish I hadn't yelled that. "Mother, I wasn't completely honest with u and Father. meer happened at The Maestro's house. meer than I said." She looked at me with shock. "Harold! Taylor needs to talk with us! Come back up!"
After my father came back to my room and stood before me, I tried my best to explain everything I didn't to them. Cassandra, Michael, the painting, my visions, my feelings. Mother believed me but my father still had his doubts. "I don't care about this Cassandra woman of your visions. I am meer worried about getting rid of that circus freak that decided to put his lips on yours!" "Father, please. Listen to me. I think this has something to do with me dying." My father got real close to me and said,"Taylor, unless a professional doctor comes in here and says your dying, u are just ill."
I know I'm dying and it's all because of Michael. I need to speak with him but I'm too weak to go. I need him to come to me. "Mother, please, get The Maestro and have him come here whether u have to hide it of not from dad. Have him come. Please" my mother took my hand into her own and said,"I will, sweetheart. I will."
