Rewind

as I have been asking for the past hour about this ‘Seth’ guy only to find people replying with questions like ‘We have a Seth working at the hospital?’
“Yes, I’m Seth,” The short guy with black hair, who is wearing glasses right in front of me, replies.
“Oh thank God! Where were you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” I huff out a breath, glad that I finally found him.
“Uhh, right here?” He motions to his office before he looks at me in puzzlement. “How can I help you ma’am?”
“I need to ask you a few questions about a friend of mine who was admitted into this hospital a few years ago, please.”
“Alright then, show me your batch.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits eagerly.
“Excuse me?” I ask confused.
“Is this police work? Are you a detective?”
“No?” I hesitate as I finally understand where he’s going on with this conversation.
“Then you have no right to barge into my office, asking me for a private file. Please leave otherwise I’ll be forced to call security.” He opens the drawer right in front of him and my eyes widen when I catch the cellphone he was pulling out.
“Wait!”
He freezes in his place, probably surprised by my sudden outburst. “Adela sent me- the receptionist? She said you would help me.”
He slams the cellphone back into the drawer, which causes me to jump in my place, and stands up from his seat as he silently curses. “I swear this crazy bitch is going to get me fired one day.”
My eyes widen a tiny fraction before I blurt, “I’m sorry; I thought she said you guys were friends.”
He slams the drawer shut before rushing over to where the millions of locker drawers were placed as he clarifies, “We are friends. Now, what is the name of that friend of yours?”
A wide smile finds its way to my face as I head over to where Seth is standing. “Evelyn.”
“Evelyn what?” He questions for further information that I was suddenly aware I was lacking.
“Ugh, I don’t know, but all I know is that she had a car accident and was admitted into the hospital a few years ago ranging from three to six years. Can you please help me? I’m sorry I don’t know much.” A guilty look decorates my features as I eye the frustrated man in front of me who probably hates his job more than ever now.
“It’s okay. Just sit down and give me a few minutes.” He gestures with his hand towards the leather black chair in front of his wooden desk.
     After a few minutes of sitting down, patiently waiting for him to grab all the files with the name ‘Evelyn’, he finally approaches me with a few U-shaped files in his hands.
“These are all the files we have on people named ‘Evelyn’, but this file is the only file that has an Evelyn with a car accident.”
Just as the words leave his mouth, my hand reaches out to take the file from his grasp, but he pulls away.
“These are private; I’m sorry. Just ask whatever you want, and I’ll try and answer your questions.”
“Okay, when was she admitted into the hospital?” I ask curiously.
“Between four to five years ago- summer of 2015.” He raises his eyebrows in amazement as he continues, “Wow! That was one weird night when the thunderstorm hit the grounds of London right at the beginning of summer.”
“Were there any serious injuries?” I press my palm to my cheek waiting patiently for him to answer.
“Private matters cannot be answered. Next question.”
Damn it.
“Can I take a look at her picture?”
He takes a look back to the file then back at me before his eyes widen in astonishment. “What the hell? She looks like you!”
“I know! That’s why I’m curious to find out who she is,” I blurt out in frustration.
“Well, why don’t you ask her? Why waste your time and come here?”
“She passed away?” I reply with a ‘duh’ tone.
He looks back at the file in front of him before looking back at me. “No, she didn’t.”
My breath hitches in my throat and my heart starts pounding so hard, for I was incredibly surprised by the news.
“W-what?”
“She was admitted out of the hospital four years ago in January 2016.”
Evelyn’s alive? Then why the hell did Adam, my parents and brother claim that she’s dead? What more is there to hide than what I already unraveled?
Maybe I should’ve just stayed in the dark because the more you find out and the more you dig in deep, the more you fight to know the truth whether you like it or not.
Chapter 8
     I woke up to the high-pitched screams of Lexi, who was lying next to me on her pale pink bed sheets just a few seconds ago. At first, I –literally- jumped out of my sleeping position thinking she was having some sickening nightmare but when I caught on what she was screaming, I resisted the urge to groan and push her back under the covers to sleep.
This has to be a nightmare.
To be more specific my nightmare.
    Today is the day that I’ve been excited and forced to wait for patiently for the past couple of months yet been dreading for the past couple of days. Other than the surprising news I’ve learned from the hospital four days ago, today’s plans have no other effect than raising up my anxiety to a level I didn’t even know it could reach.
     Ever since Lexi’s words registered into my mind, a painful headache made an appearance in my forehead and nausea hit me. While Lexi’s currently jumping on the spongy mattress with unmistakable excitement that I weirdly lacked, I felt like disappearing from the face