My name is go away.

Episode 2

"The doctor's words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over our already fragile lives. 'Your sister is in a coma, and we don't know when she'll wake up.' I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. As I walked out of the hospital with Jack, I felt like my heart had sunk to my feet. Just as I looked up, my parents rushed up to me, their faces twisted in anger and accusation. My mom shouted, 'Amara, it was you! I will never forgive you for what you've done to your sister.' My dad added, 'You were so jealous, Amara, that you wanted to kill your own sister.' Jack intervened, his voice calm and rational, pointing out the absurdity of their accusations. 'Why would Amara kill her own sister, who was the only one calling her Amara while you called her Go Away? And why would she want to kill the one person in your house who gave her love and attention?' My parents were speechless, but their anger was palpable.

When I got home, my mom and I had a huge fight. She told me that she had arranged for me to stay with my aunt for a year or two, and that I would be leaving the next morning. I was both angry and relieved, knowing that I would get to see my favorite cousin Lucy. As I packed my bags, I couldn't help but think of Emily and the thought of her being in a coma made me cry.

Jack came into my room and comforted me, telling me that he would check on Emily every day and call me regularly. He also mentioned that his mom had set him up on a blind date to take his mind off Emily. I raised an eyebrow, skeptical about the whole idea. The next morning, I waited outside for Jack to say goodbye, but he didn't show up. I rushed to his house, knocked on the door, and was greeted by his brother. I hugged him, thinking it was Jack, but he looked down at me and said, 'What are you doing, Amara?' I pushed him away, feeling embarrassed.

Jack's brother told me that Jack had left to visit his girlfriend for a week. I was surprised and asked him why he hadn't told me. Jack's brother and I had a rare normal conversation, and he offered me some words of comfort. His sister also said goodbye, hugging me and apologizing for her past behavior. She started crying like a baby, saying, 'Please forgive me for everything I did to you, and I'm going to miss you even if we roasted each other each day.' I hugged her back, feeling a mix of emotions.

As I left the house, I saw a fancy sports car, and a man got out. He was wearing black clothes and had tattoos and long black hair. I screamed and hit him with my bag, thinking he was a mafia. He caught my bag and threw me over his shoulder like Shrek carrying Princess Fiona. I shouted and kicked, but he just placed me in the car and got in beside me. As we drove away, I thought he was a mafia, and I stared at him, trying to figure out what he wanted. He broke the silence and said, 'Hey, "Go Away," stop staring at me.' I looked at him shocked and said, 'If you ever call me that again, I'll break every bone in your body.' He smiled and sang a silly childhood song, and suddenly, I realized it was Ryan, my cousin's best friend. I screamed with excitement, 'Ryan! It's really you!' He chuckled and said, 'It's been a while, kiddo. I've missed you.' We spent the rest of the drive catching up and reminiscing about old times. I couldn't believe how much I had missed him, and how much I was looking forward to spending time with him and Lucy because Ryan felt like a big brother to me and Lucy felt like another sister to me.As we pulled up to my aunt's house, Ryan turned off the engine and grinned at me. "Ready to see Lucy?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I nodded enthusiastically, feeling a surge of happiness. We spent the afternoon catching up with Lucy, laughing and joking around like old times. We had a huge dinner together, and afterward, we sat around the living room, reminiscing about our favorite memories. Ryan pulled out his guitar and started strumming some chords, and Lucy and I started singing along. We spent hours like that, enjoying each other's company and making new memories. As the night drew to a close, Ryan and I sat outside on the porch, watching the stars twinkle overhead. "It's been too long since we've hung out like this," he said, smiling at me. I nodded in agreement, feeling grateful for our friendship.The porch creaked beneath us, and a loud, piercing scream echoed from inside the house. Ryan and I exchanged terrified glances, and we rushed inside to find Lucy collapsed on the kitchen floor, her face ashen. My aunt was kneeling beside her, holding her hand and trying to comfort her. "Lucy, oh no, Lucy!" she cried out, her voice shaking with worry. Ryan and I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Then, Ryan sprang into action, gently helping my aunt to call for help. My aunt was frantically dialing numbers on the phone, her eyes welling up with tears. She finally got through to 911, and her voice was shaking as she spoke to the operator. "Yes, okay...they're on the way." The ambulance rushed to the house and picked up Lucy. My aunt, Ryan, and I quickly got into our car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. The tension was palpable as we drove, the silence in the car punctuated only by the sound of the engine. As we drove, I couldn't help but think about Lucy and what might be happening to her. I felt a sense of dread building in my chest, and I tried to push it away. After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the hospital. The ambulance had already arrived, and Lucy was being rushed into the emergency room. We quickly parked the car and followed the hospital staff into the hospital. We rushed through the emergency room doors and were greeted by the familiar sight of doctors and nurses rushing to attend to patients. My aunt led the way, her eyes fixed on the room where Lucy was being treated. We followed closely behind, our hearts heavy with worry. The hospital corridors seemed to stretch on forever, and every step felt like an eternity. Finally, we reached the room where Lucy was being treated, and the doctor was waiting for us. His expression was somber, and his eyes were filled with a deep sadness. "I'm afraid Lucy's condition is critical," he said gently. "We're doing everything we can to save her, but it's going to be a long and difficult road ahead." My heart sank, and Ryan's hand instinctively went to my shoulder, offering what little comfort he could. We stood there, frozen in uncertainty, as the reality of the situation sank in. The doctor's words hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty.As we stood there, frozen in uncertainty, the doctor's words continued to echo in our minds. My aunt's eyes welled up with tears, and she reached out to hold Lucy's hand, which was lying limply on the bed. Ryan and I exchanged a glance, both of us feeling helpless and unsure of what to do next. The doctor continued to explain Lucy's condition, telling us about the treatment plan and the potential risks involved. My aunt listened intently, her face etched with worry and concern. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I knew that she was thinking about the worst-case scenario. As the doctor finished speaking, a nurse came in to take Lucy's vitals. My aunt asked her a million questions, seeking reassurance that everything was being done to save Lucy's life. The nurse answered patiently, providing us with updates on Lucy's condition and the treatment plan. Ryan and I stood back, watching as my aunt and the medical staff worked together to care for Lucy. I felt a sense of gratitude towards the hospital staff, who were doing everything they could to save Lucy's life. As the hours passed, we waited anxiously for any sign of improvement in Lucy's condition. My aunt would occasionally come out of the room to update us on Lucy's status, and we would offer her words of encouragement and support. Despite the uncertainty and fear that surrounded us, we held onto hope. Hope that Lucy would pull through, hope that she would recover fully, and hope that we would get through this difficult time together. But little did we know, another shock was waiting for us. As we were waiting for Lucy to stabilize, we received news about Lucy's sister's condition. And it was not good. The doctor came out to speak to us, his expression grave. "I'm afraid Lucy's condition has taken a turn for the worse," he said, his voice low and serious. "We're doing everything we can to save her, but...I'm afraid the prognosis is not good." My heart sank, and Ryan's hand tightened around mine. We exchanged a glance, both of us feeling like our world was crumbling around us. How could this be happening to our family? How could we cope with the uncertainty and fear that surrounded us? We stood there, frozen in shock, as the reality of the situation hit us like a ton of bricks. The doctor's words hung in the air, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. What would happen next?