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Chapter 2: A Pearl's Death

Ephyra patted her red hair which was messily braided on one side of her shoulder as she stood at the entrance of the top class, hugging a white envelope and teddy bear and patiently waited for Alan. 

She waited for the whole break period while ignoring the looks and whispers sent her way by the few students littering the hallway.

But when she didn't see Alan or any of his classmates, she decided to drop it on his desk.

Walking into the expansive classroom, she went straight to Alan's desk and carefully placed the heartfelt letter on his desk, hoping it would finally convey her feelings and help him understand her. Alongside the letter, she placed the small teddy bear and prayed that he reads the letter and any misconceptions he had of her would be cleared. 

But fate had other plans. As Mira Allen, Ephyra's stepsister, walked into the classroom just after she left to leave a lunchbox for Alan, she noticed the letter and teddy bear on his desk. Her blood boiled at the sight—how dare anyone else try to win Alan's heart? How dare they write a love letter to her Alan? Seething with jealousy, Mira snatched the letter and the bear. 

As she read the letter, her anger intensified. Upon realizing it was from her stupid step-sister, Mira's rage consumed her, drowning out any trace of reason. After school, she wasted no time; she hired a group of thugs to intercept Ephyra on her way home, while Mira herself hurried back to change clothes and call her friends. They all headed to a secluded alley where the thugs had detained Ephyra.

When Mira arrived, her heart leapt with joy at the sight of Ephyra's swollen, terrified face, likely the result of a struggle with the thugs. She grinned as she approached her stepsister after paying the thugs and dismissing them.

"Oh, Ephyra," Mira cooed mockingly, "how pitiful you look."

One of Mira's friends snickered and added, "You mean how miserable she looks."

The group laughed in unison as Ephyra's confusion and fear grew. She could barely form words. "M-Mira? What is happening? W-what are you doing?"

Mira's eyes narrowed, "What am I doing? What does it look like, dear sister?"

"I-I…I don't know," Ephyra whimpered, "but if I offended you, we can talk—"

"Oh, shut the hell up, Ephyra!" Mira roared, making Ephyra flinch. Mira tilted her head, her voice a cold hiss. "You don't know what you did, huh?"

Ephyra shook her head desperately. "I really don't know… I'm sorry, I'm really sorry—"

Mira's lips curled into a sneer as she threw the crumpled letter and teddy bear at Ephyra's feet. "Does this jog your memory, you little twat? How dare you write stupid love letters and send gifts to Alan! How dare you?!"

Before Ephyra could respond, one of Mira's friends, a tall brunette, stepped forward, placing a hand on Mira's shoulder. "Babe, calm down. This sorry excuse of a girl isn't worth it."

"But I just wanted to clear up the misunderstandings between us," Ephyra pleaded, her voice shaking. "I didn't want him to hate me like everyone else does. I just wanted to fix our relationship—"

Mira threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed off the alley walls. When she stopped, she looked at Ephyra with a condescending smirk. "Relationship? You really think you have a relationship with Alan?"

She stepped closer, grabbing Ephyra's arm with a painful grip. Her voice was icy as she spoke, "Let me make something very clear, you ugly little thing. You and Alan have nothing. Your 'relationship' is just a verbal agreement, nothing more. It could be broken at any moment. So don't fool yourself into thinking you mean anything to him. Do you understand me?"

Ephyra nodded, biting back tears, which only seemed to enrage Mira further. One of her friends chimed in, "Maybe she needs a little more persuasion, Mira."

"Yeah," another agreed, their voices filled with malice.

Mira grabbed Ephyra's hair and yanked it viciously, making her cry out in pain. "Do you understand me?!" she hissed.

"Y-yes," Ephyra sobbed, tears streaming down her face

Mira finally released her, letting Ephyra collapse to the ground. "Good. Now, why don't you read Alan's response to your pathetic letter?"

A small piece of paper fluttered down onto Ephyra's lap, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps and a final kick to her side. Shaking, Ephyra picked up the note, her hands trembling as she unfolded it.

Her breath caught as she read Alan's cruel words. He dismissed her entirely, stating he didn't care about her side of the story or her attempts to explain. He accused her of spreading lies about Mira and her family, and said she should be grateful they hadn't thrown her out on the streets. The letter dripped with contempt, labeling her as pretentious and unworthy of the kindness Mira had supposedly shown her. Alan made it clear that their 'relationship' was only a meaningless verbal agreement and that she should never contact him again, as she was nothing more than a product of a ruined family.

Ephyra's heart shattered as she read the final line: he wished she would disappear because no one wanted her around anyway.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably as the words echoed in her mind. The sky darkened above her as she cried until her tears dried up, leaving her hollow and numb.

With no sense of direction, she wandered aimlessly through the streets, lost in her misery. As the rain began to fall, she looked up at the sky and let out a bitter, broken laugh. Even the heavens seemed to hate her.

Blinded by her grief, Ephyra stepped off the sidewalk, unaware of the car speeding toward her. The driver, distracted by the police chasing him, didn't see her until it was too late. The car collided with her, sending her body flying several feet through the air before it hit the pavement with a sickening thud.

The driver, shocked but desperate, paused only briefly before reversing and speeding away, leaving Ephyra lying in a pool of her own blood. Within moments, a crowd had gathered, and two police cars arrived at the scene. The officers rushed to her side, one of them shouting for an ambulance.

"Hey, stay with me! Don't close your eyes!" one officer pleaded, gently patting her cheek, but his voice was distant and fading to Ephyra.

As darkness closed in, Ephyra's thoughts drifted to her mother. Is this how I'll die? she wondered, the pain in her body dulling as the cold grip of death tightened around her. Maybe… maybe it was better this way. At least in death, she could finally be with her mother.

'Mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being strong enough. I'm sorry for not reclaiming everything that belonged to you. I'm sorry for not being the daughter you deserved. Please… forgive me.'

With that final thought, Ephyra succumbed to the darkness.

Thirty minutes later, Ephyra lay unconscious in a hospital operating room, her life hanging by a thread as doctors fought to save her. The beeping machines echoed in the sterile room, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside.

"Doctor, her oxygen levels are dropping!" a nurse called out, urgency thick in her voice.

"The heart rate is decreasing rapidly!" 

The doctor grimaced, eyes fixed on the monitors. "We need to stabilize her, now! Push one milligram of epinephrine and prepare for defibrillation!"

One nurse administered the epinephrin, while another place the defibrillator paddles against Ephyra's chest. "Charging… clear!"

Ephyra's body jolted on the table as the electric shock coursed through her, but the heart monitor continued its erratic pattern.

"Come on!" the doctor urged, his hands sweating beneath his gloves. "Charge again, 200 joules. Clear!"

Another shock, another jolt of Ephyra's frail body.

"Again! Hurry, charge to 300 joules! Clear!"

The nurse's hand trembled as she prepared the defibrillator for another attempt. Ephyra's body, already weakened from the accident, jerked violently with each shock. The heart monitor's beeps grew more sporadic, teetering on the edge of flatlining.

"Come on, Ephyra," the doctor muttered under his breath, "Stay with us."

"Charging… clear!" the nurse announced.

The third shock rippled through Ephyra's chest, causing her body to arch off the operating table. For a moment, everyone held their breath, eyes locked on the heart monitor.

However, instead of the steady rhythm they hoped for, the monitor emitted a long, continuous beep as the flatline echoed through the room. Silence fell over the operating room as the medical team exchanged glances, their earlier urgency replaced with a heaviness they felt whenever a patient died. 

The doctor sighed as he looked at the nurses who shook their heads. Breathing out, he closed his eyes and took off his gloves. "Declare time of death."

 "Time of death; 9:58 PM."


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Chapter 3: Heartbeat

The room was silent as the doctor pulled off his mask, his expression dull. He glanced at Ephyra's lifeless form on the operating table, her pale skin almost translucent under the harsh hospital lights. The nurses began disconnecting the machines, their movements slow.

One of the nurses gently pulled a white sheet over Ephyra's body, covering her face. "Poor girl," she whispered to herself. "So young… and to go like this."

The doctor nodded but said nothing. He had seen countless deaths in his career, but something about this one—perhaps her youth, her innocence—struck a chord deep within him. He lingered for a moment longer before stepping out of the operating room. At the same time, the nurse went to the heart monitor, and just as she was about to disconnect it, a single blip appeared on the screen.

A heartbeat.

Another blip followed, and then another. The slow, steady rhythm of Ephyra's heart returned, weak but unmistakably alive. A collective breath of disbelief swept through the room.

"Doctor Liam! She's alive!" the nurse exclaimed, while the one who had covered Ephyra hurriedly pulled back the white cloth.

"Oh my God! She came back to life!" the third nurse covered her mouth in disbelief.

Liam was already beside Ephyra in a heartbeat, his hands moving swiftly to reconnect the machines and check her vitals.

"Prepare a new round of IV fluids and monitor her oxygen levels closely," Doctor Liam commanded, his voice laced with urgency but also amazement. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had died, and yet, here she was, alive by some miracle.

The heart monitor continued its steady rhythm, still weak but growing stronger with each passing second. Ephyra's pale complexion remained, but the faintest blush of life returned to her cheeks.

The nurse who had covered Ephyra with the white sheet just moments before stood frozen as she whispered, "I thought she was gone… How can this be?"

"She's stable for now," Liam said, though the uncertainty in his voice was clear. "But we're not out of the woods yet. Let's conclude this and get her to the ICU for round-the-clock care."

Fifteen minutes later, as the nurses wheeled Ephyra out of the operating room, Liam wiped his brow, his lips set in a thin line. "Let's hope she's a fighter."

Allen Family Mansion.

Knock. Knock.

"Who the hell is that?" Mira yelled at the person persistently knocking on her door and disturbing her.

"It's me, Young Miss."

Hearing the voice of the old nanny, Mira rolled her eyes and continued scrolling through her phone, the acrylic nails on her fingers hitting the screen 

"Come in."

The door creaked open, and the old nanny stepped inside, her face lined with age and a hint of worry. She carried a tray with tea and a few light snacks; this gesture was usually for Ephyra, but she wasn't home, and Mira had also locked herself in her room.

Mira barely glanced up from her phone. "What do you want?" she muttered, her voice dripping with annoyance.

The nanny hesitated, her eyes lingering on Mira's distracted form. She had served the Allen family for decades and had seen a lot of things in this house. But she didn't want to imagine what Mira would become once hatred and jealousy totally consumed her.

"Miss Mira," the nanny said softly, placing the tray on the small table near the window. "I thought you might need something to eat. You haven't left your room since you came home."

Mira scoffed and tossed her phone aside, stretching out on the bed, her blonde locks sprawling on it. "I'm fine. And don't bring me this boring stuff next time. Get me something more… exciting. Maybe sushi or something."

The nanny offered a small, forced smile. "Of course, Miss Mira. I'll make sure to have your favorite delivered next time."

As the nanny turned to leave, she hesitated again, making Mira look up at her. "Anything else?"

"Uhm, Miss Mira… do you… by any chance know where Miss Ephyra could be? She hasn't come home, and it's getting late. She never misses her evening check-in with me, and… I'm worried."

Mira's expression hardened, her hazel eyes narrowing at the mention of Ephyra's name. "Why are you always so concerned about her? If you are so worried, why don't you look for her instead of coming to meet me? How the hell would I know where she is?"

"But Miss Mira—" Her words were cut off by her phone ringing. Frowning, she pulled it out of her apron pocket and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is City Hospital, Manhattan. Are you Ephyra Allen's family member or guardian?"

The nanny's breath caught in her throat as she gripped the phone tightly. "Yes," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm her guardian. What... what happened?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, long enough to send a wave of dread through the nanny. Mira noticed the shift in the nanny's behavior and narrowed her eyes. She straightened up and leaned forward.

"I'm afraid Miss Ephyra was involved in a serious accident," the voice on the phone said carefully. "She was struck by a car and was brought into emergency surgery. It was... touch and go for a while, but she's stable now. She's been transferred to the ICU for monitoring."

The nanny gasped, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Oh dear Lord," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Is she... is she going to be alright?"

The doctor's voice softened. "It's still too early to say for certain, but the fact that she's alive is a miracle in itself. We'll know more over the next 24 hours. It would be best if her family could come to the hospital as soon as possible."

"I—I'll be there right away," the nanny said, her voice shaking. "Thank you for letting me know."

"What's going on?" Mira's sharp voice cut through the nanny's daze. "What happened to Ephyra?"

The nanny looked up at Mira. "Miss Ephyra... she's been in an accident," she choked out. "They thought she... they thought she was gone, but she's alive, thank God. I have to go to the hospital right away."

Mira's heart skipped a beat, but upon remembering the letter, she couldn't help but wish that her stupid stepsister had died.

"Tsk, she should have just died," Mira muttered under her breath. "That would have been great for everyone."


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