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Is Sammy dead or alive? You're about to find out!

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Chapter 5

Heaven

"No . . . Don't tell me!" Amy whipped away and scrunched up her eyes in fear. She didn't want to hear the words she was dreding.

"Amy, I know you're scared," the paramedic said calmly.

"I'm not listening!" Amy yelled over him, attempting to block her ears. But her fingers were too shaky to try and cover them. She tried to run off but the paramedic grabbed her arm and held her tight.

"Calm down and listen to me for just a minute . . ."

But Amy was too worked up and panicked to listen to anyone. "She's gone! I saw my mom crying! Admit it! I killed Sammy! Now kill me! I dese-"

"She's alive."

The words were like someone slapping sense into Amy, enough to make her freeze on the spot. Slowly, she glanced up hesitantly at the paramedic. "Sh- she is?"

The paramedic nodded and gave her a warm smile. "Yeah she is. I can take you to see her right now."

At that point, their mother removed her hands from her face to reveal a huge smile of relief. It turned out that the tears she had been crying were in fact tears of joy. Overwhelmed with relief, she leapt up to Amy and squeezed her tight.

"She's alive! Can you believe it?"

Amy didn't know how to react. For a brief moment, she thought that this was a joke and that her mother's face would drop only to say that she was really dead. But by looking up at her, Amy could tell that she was definetaly not faking.

Her lurching stomach began to lighten and her feet began to feel stronger with each relieving second. Her sadness levels were also rising straight to the point where she just wanted to jump fifty feet into the air and let out a massive whoop of joy.

Before Amy knew it, she found herself pulling away from her mother and clapping her hands wildly while screaming like an over-excited crazy person. She just couldn't contain her joy. She never realised how much she had cared for Sammy until now . . .

"But-"

The joy and relief disappeared in a flash as soon as the paramedic said that word.

"Yeah?" murmured Amy, getting that churning feeling in her stomach.

"She's alive. There's no serious damage done," the paramedic said calmly. "But she's only just regaining conciousness so she'll be exhausted. Don't be surprised if she starts complaining about headaches- her head would be very sore after the fall. Also her memory might not be the best. But other than that, it's nothing serious."

Why was that churning feeling in Amy's stomach again?

"Can we see her? Please?" she begged.

The paramedic grinned. "I just knew you were going to ask me that. Come on then."

As he turned and began to lead them, Amy glanced up at their mother.

"You still gonna tell Daddy?"

Their mother shrugged. "Well we wouldn't want to shock him, would we?"

Amy bit her lip. "Would you tell him that I pushed Sammy? I mean, just in case he calls her weak like he always does . . .?"

Their mother raised her eyebrows, interested. "Why would you want to take credit for something like that?"

"I've taken credit for everything Sammy does and made her take the blame for bad things I do!" Amy cried. "I totally owe her one! I owe her loads!" She thought for a moment before thinking "Why does Daddy still care about us?"

"Because you're his little girl, aren't you?" their mother replied. "Even after we split up, he said he would try to do everything to keep in contact. He loves you to pieces, you know that?"

"But why?" Amy whined. "I already said I don't wanna be Daddy's little girl anymore!" She thought for a moment before realising. "Daddy never gave a shit about Sammy. He just looked down on her like she was a doormat or something! And he looked at you like that too!"

"I'm used to it," their mother said calmly.

"Mommy, did you and Daddy split up because of us? You know cause I was so . . ." Amy scrunched up her eyes. "I was so bitchy and Sammy was a pushover?"

"It just didn't work out. Don't you worry," their mother chuckled. "Try not to worry about it too much."

Amy nodded. The more she thought about it, the more she began to realise how spoilt she was as a child. Even before their parents had split up, her dad had treated her like an angel. They did pretty much everything together: go to the park, go to the movies, read together. Sammy was the last thing on their dad's mind- in fact there were times where he would forget she existed. She was as underonfident as their mother. Whatever Amy wanted, Sammy or their mother would get straight away and if not, it always ended up with an arguement between their parents and she knew it. Life was heaven.

Maybe that was why she became the bully she was.

Her thoughts were immediately cleared away the second she spotted Sammy around the corner. She was lying in the bed with her eyes closed, doctors standing around her, taking notes with grins of satisfaction on their faces. Looking closer, Amy could see that her face had turned from blue to white, her cheeks tinging pink. Her blonde hair had dried off and was tossed around like fluffy white-blonde feathers.

"You can come in," the paramedic said. "But be very gentle with her. Especially her head."

Amy didn't hesitate in rushing over to wrap her arms around her sister's still body. She had never thought she would see Sammy again. Watching her chest rise and fall underneath those blankets was the most soothing thing Amy had ever seen.

"Sammy!"

Next thing, she heard Sammy let out a weak moan. Amy quickly withdrew only to see Sammy slowly but surely opening her eyes.

"Amy . . .?" Her voice was a frail whisper.

"Hey Sammy," Amy smiled, reaching out to tenderly stroke her cheek.

Sammy blinked weakly, struggling to take in what was going on. She glanced around her, examining her surroundings, the pale blue walls, the paramedics, Amy who was still in her bathrobe . . .

"Am I in heaven?"

At any other time in the world, Amy would have burst out laughing. "No . . . this is real, Sammy."

Sammy barely responded. She blinked again, slowly regaining strength with each passing moment. "Is this real?"

"Yeah . . ." Amy could feel herself tearing up again. "How do you feel?"

"Tired . . . and my head hurts," moaned Sammy. "What happened?"

"It was my fault," Amy confessed. "I should have moved when you wanted me to. I pushed you down the stairs. I'm the reason you're here now. I'm sorry, Sammy."

Sammy looked as confused as she was exhausted. "So . . . it's not my fault?"

Amy shook her head, the tears beginning to drip down. "No . . . it's mine." She was sobbing as this point and thrust her head down into Sammy's chest and Sammy could not believe that her own sister who had bullied her so much in the past, had stolen credit for things she had done and pushed her to breaking point was now . . . sobbing on her chest and being nice to her? It just didn't make sense.

"Where's Mom?"

"I'm here, Sammy."

Amy nearly jumped at their mother's voice. She was so focused on Sammy that she had almost forgotten that they weren't the only ones in the room.

Their mother gave Sammy a quick kiss before saying "We've been worried sick about you." She put her arm around Amy's shoulder. "Amy fainted you know. And she kept on asking the doctors about you too."

For the first time, Sammy's eyes widened. She glanced at Amy who blushed a little. "You were worried abut me?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah. I wish you could have seen it." Her face crumpled and her voice began to crack. "I love you Sammy. I love you so much!"

Sammy could not believe her eyes or her ears. She was almost certain that she was still unconcious and this was just one big dream and soon Amy would appear and complain about her wasting her time and that she had to leave her shower and go to the hospital in her bathrobe . . .

She suddenly found herself raising her super heavy and shaky arms and wrapping them around her sister only to pull her into a comforting hug. "I love you too, sis."

The two twins stayed there for a while, squeezing each other with what little strength they had in them, neither willing to let go, Amy still sobbing hard, Sammy, stroking her in the most comforting manner she could. Neither or them knew it but both of them were thinking the exact same thought:

'This really is heaven!"

YEEEEEEEEEEES! Sammy's alive and the twins have been reunited!

Hope that wasn't too cheesy or disappointing for you!

It's not over yet! Stay tuned to see what happens next!

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