Meghan's POV
after sammy left everyone asked me a billion questions, i do remember the accident. but i don't at the same time. i know i was angry and upset.
and that's all i remember, i also remember complete darkness and i herd Sammy's voice. he was telling me he loved me and apologizing too me. his voice was so soft and i missed it.
i tried saying something back to him, but it was almost like my voice wouldn't work, and my eyes were closed shut. i couldn't open them.
"are you hungry?" taylor asked snapping me away from my thoughts.
i shook my head, i am no where near being hungry. i feel sore, and foods the last thing on my mind.
"you should eat something, maybe some soup?" cameron said and i shook my head.
everyone eventually left besides the jacks. taylor wanted to stay but i told him i was okay and he can go home.
"so like can she go home? what's the deal?" johnson asked the doctor.
"yeah she can go home. make sure she's getting a lot of rest." he said leaving the room.
thankfully gilinsky left and brought me back some clothes to wear.
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we got home and it was already like 3am. i am weirdly not tired, i felt like i was asleep for like a whole day.
"you sure your not hungry? i can make you something." johnson said and I shook my head.
i sat on the couch and put on the tv. gilinsky went into his room. there's still so much tension between me and johnson, he got mad at me for seeing taylor. I don't blame him though. I haven't been acting myself lately.
at times i think me and taylor are better off friends, but he's so nice. and cute. i don't know.
"are you going to sleep?" he asked and i shook my head.
"I don't think I can sleep," i said and he frowned walking towards me.
he sat down, causing my breath to hitch.
"this accident was all my fault. i am sorry for being a jealous ass hole." he said.
"stop, it wasn't your fault. don't."
his blue eyes looked into mine and he quickly looked away. i hate how he feels like it's his fault. it wasn't. it was my fault.
"i just don't want taylor to hurt you, honestly i rather you date sammy."
"really?" i laughed and he shook his head and laughed.
"try to sleep, you need to rest." he said leaving me to go into his room.
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i woke up the next morning. sunday. my head ache is extremely bad this morning. probably because of the crash.
i looked into the mirror, i look horrible. i am extreamly pale. scratches on the side of my face.
i had like a million texts from everyone asking me how i was, even nash.
my mind is on sammy again. that's all im thinking about. last night it took me about an hour to fall asleep because i kept replaying what he said too me.
he was there. he was there for me.
fuck, i need to stop. why do i always go back to him. no matter what. I always do. he drives me insane. I can't get his smile and his eyes out of my mind.
