When Pretty woke up she was on her bed and Josey was beside her. When she straightened her back Josey woke up.
"Pretty, how are you feeling now", Josey asked in worry.
"I'm fine now what happened", Pretty asked. But after a while she began to remember what happened. She remembered seeing someone crying and hearing the news of her....
"Josey!", Pretty yelled.
"What", Josey asked.
"Where's mom and dad", Pretty asked with tears in her eyes. Then Josey bowed her head taking Pretty into a warm embrace.
"Josey, your scaring me. Where's mom and dad", Pretty was clearly crying now as tears continued flowing from her eyes nonstop. Josey was just fixed embracing Pretty. She was afraid of what Pretty would do if she let her go. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a man dressed in a white coat came in. Pretty was lost in thought at that moment.
"Miss Rivera, how are you feeling. I'm doctor Raymond Charles", He said calmly. Finally out of her daàzed state, Pretty replied.
"I'm fine, um could you tell me what happened to my parents, how are they", Pretty asked.
"Miss Rivera I'm sorry...", Raymond was said bowing his head slightly.
"Wait, don't tell me..."
"We lost them", Raymond said breaking the suspense.
"What!!, don't tell me that...", Pretty said as tears began to flow down her face. Then she faced Josey who was still embracing her tightly.
"Josey, tell me what he's saying is wrong, Josey tell me he's lying, Please", Pretty cried.
"He's not Pretty", Josey managed to say while crying as she looked at Pretty. Immediately Pretty heard those words she bursted into another round of loud cries. Josey who was crying too tried to console Pretty but it was all in vain. Pretty didn't stop crying till night fall. When she was got tired out she slept and Josey was there with her.
As Pretty slept, had a dream. She was a little kid, walking with her mother and father, who were holding both her hands.
"Mom, dad", She called out to her parents.
"Yes darling", They both replied.
"Are we there yet", Pretty asked.
Both of her parents stopped and turned to face her. Then they crouched to her level.
"Sweetie", Her mother said rasing her face up.
"We have to go now and we aren't coming back for a long time so make sure you be a good girl and make us proud and remember we will always love you", Her mother said as she and Antonio hugged her before letting go and walking into a bright light.
"Mom, Dad, No don't go please, don't leave me", Pretty cried. While she was crying, she heard a voice calling her. That was when she opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.
She saw Josey profusely sweating and staring at her.
"Pretty are you okay", Josey asked.
"I'm fine, I was just dreaming...I think", Pretty said.
"Ah, I got worried when you began to cry and yell while you were asleep", Josey said After they talked, Pretty didn't feel like sleeping anymore so she stayed awake, Josey didn't object.
Pretty opened the glass door leading to her balcony. She walked into the balcony and stared at the moon, then sighed.
'Why now and why me', Pretty thought as her eyes began to tear up. She wiped them with her hands and went into her room leaving the door opened.
The next day she had her first meeting with her relatives who all gave her their condolences and also decided a date for the funeral.
The news about the death of Pretty's parent spread across the full city, friends and families from far and near attended the funeral which was a month after.
On that day Pretty's eyes were as red as a crimson moon. She cried although the proceedings and even when she gave a heartfelt speech.
Pretty changed completely after the Mishap. The next week as she went to school she resigned from being student body president. The board members of the school were not suprised at her decision and they kindly removed her title. When her friends wanted to talk to her she would avoid them or say she wasn't in a good mood to talk. They clearly understood her and let her be.
She stopped replying texts from anyone even Derrick. She never left her room when at home and never talked to anyone. She just wore a sad expression every was.
2 years later,
Pretty woke up in the morning and walked to the bathroom to get herself ready for school. After she was done with her bath, she began to dress.
"Today's the day I end high school", Pretty sighed. She still wore that saddened expression on her face.
Recently Derrick has tried to talk to Pretty but she won't let him. She constantly avoided his every approach.
As she was leaving her house to school, a young man approached her.
"Um, are you miss Rivera", the man asked.
"Yes, I am", Pretty replied.
"My boss asked me to give you this", the man brought out a brown envelope and handed it over to Pretty. As she observed the package she saw something familiar.
"Who is your...", Pretty said until she noticed he wasn't there again. She put the envelope in her bag and entered a taxi.
*******
She walked the school hall holding a letter she pulled out from the envelope. It was from Derrick.
'Dear Pretty,
I'm sorry if I ever wrong you or did anything to hurt you. So please come and talk to me, I'll be waiting....', Pretty read through the letter. She sighed heavily before tossing the paper into the trash and continued walking to her classroom.
Today was the day, Pretty and her classmates would write their final exams and finish highschool.
When she got to her class, she slowly walked to her seat and stayed there until the papers came. Then the exam began and all the students wrote it. When they were through they all left the class. Pretty just walked to the restroom where she coincidentally met Derrick, as always she tried to avoid him. But this time she couldn't, Derrick had already grabbed her hand.
"Pretty, come on. What's wrong, tell me please", Derrick said affectionately.
"Derrick please, I'm not in the mood for talking. I just want to be alone", Pretty said loosening her hand from Derrick's tight grip.
"Pretty talk to me, for all these years I've been trying relentlessly to talk to you. I've finally gotten a the chance to tell you how I feel", Derrick said with gloomy eyes. Pretty stopped struggling from his grip and bowed her head facing the ground.
"Derrick, I know you mean well but like I said I'm not in the mood to talk, so please let me be", Pretty said as tears ran from her eyes. Derrick immediately noticed it and loosened his grip, freeing her hand.
"Pretty, I love you and I have for a very long time now", Derrick said holding Up Pretty's face. At that moment something inside her snapped.
"But I don't and will never!", Pretty yelled as she turned and left. She was fuming with rage but didn't know why, but deep down she was really hurt. When she got home she spent the rest of the afternoon crying her heart out although Josey was there to console her. Later that evening, there was a farewell party for the graduating students. As always she wanted to stay at home and do nothing but Josey urged her to go. So Pretty got dressed and was ready to have a happy moment again. When she arrived at the party, she immediately sighted Derrick and just avoided his approach.
As the party went on Derrick kept approaching her and she kept avoiding him. It then got to a point where she couldn't take it any longer and confronted him.
"Why are you stalking me", Pretty asked.
"Pretty, let me take somewhere we could talk", Derrick said.
"I'm fine here so talk", Pretty said.
"Ok, Pretty since the first day I met you, I've loved you, hoping that someday we could be together and...", Derrick said before Pretty stopped him.
"You know what Derrick, I'm sick and tired of your meaningless confessions", Pretty said as she began tearing up.
"Pretty it doesn't have to be this way", Derrick said holding her hand. Pretty then slapped it away.
"Infact I'm leaving and for the record I never liked you even as a friend", Pretty said before walking out of the party.
*****
Few minutes later we see a young girl crying as she walked down the cold and dark street.
"I knew, I shouldn't have gone", Pretty said wiping her tears. As she was near a crossing she felt like commiting suicide. She was not in her right senses as she crossed the street that she didn't notice an incoming vehicle. She froze and couldn't react then in the next moment she was in a pool of her own blood.