(Helena's POV)
I don't know what it with me is always waking up on unfamiliar places. This time, based on the white walls and the pungent smell of alcohol, I'm sure I am in a hospital room again.
I would've found this kind of situation funny, but I found it tiring instead. I wish that Michael just let me die so that I wouldn't bother waking up in this hellish life every day.
"You're awake!" I didn't bother looking at the person who spoke. I know that it is Michael.
"Unfortunately..." I muttered. "Why did you even bother saving me?" I said bitterly.
"Don't say that!" He is suddenly in front of me, shaking my shoulders. "Don't talk as if you don't have any purpose in this world anymore. You didn't die with your parents."
"I just wish I did! You don't know the feeling of losing someone
