I rolled over in my bed, and realized that I couldn't breath very well, and I had to pee. I sat up, grabbing a bottle of water from my night stand and took a drink, clearing my throat. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and felt my bare feet land on the cold, wood floor. I stumbled out of my room and towards the stairs. As I was about to take the first step down the stairs, I tripped and fell down them. Me entire body ached and I couldn't move. I felt something warm and sticky all over my body. I tried to yell, or move, or do something. But I couldn't. Then, everything went black.
I knew I wasn't alive, but I wasn't dead either. I was in a hospital, laying lifelessly on a very uncomfortable bed. But I couldn't move. I tried really freaking hard, but I couldn't do anything. I could feel the energy and the life drain out of my body. But the thing is, I wasn't even in my body. I could see everything around me. I could touch things. But I couldn't move anything. I looked frantically around, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. After a few minutes of searching, I spotted my mom and step dad. My mom was crying into her hands and my step dad had a sad look in his eyes. Of course my real dad isn't here. There was a doctor standing with my parents, talking to them gently. I made my way towards them, trying to find out what was happening to me.
"I am so sorry to inform you that your daughter is in a coma. She lost quite a bit of blood when she hit her head. We've connected her to an IV and she has blood going back into her system. Unfortunately, we have no idea if she will live, or pass. We also don't know when and if she'll wake up. It's all up to her," the doctor said. Hearing that just made me want to run back to my lifeless body and drag it out of the bed, but I knew it wouldn't do anything.
I looked around for him. But he wasn't here. Why?
Just as I was about to go back to my body, I spotted him. He was running towards my parents with a worried expression on his face. As my parents told him what was happening to me, he started crying.
"Can I see her?" he asked. My parents nodded. I followed him back to where my body was. He sat down next to my bed and took my hand in his. I could feel his touch, which made me really happy.
"Hey Aly. I don't know if you can here me or not, but I love you. So damn much. So please come back to me. Please," he cried. I tried with all of my might to squeeze his hand, or twitch or do something, but the more I tried, the more tired I got.
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As the days, weeks, and months go on, he came to see me less and less. He used to come see me every single day. Now I was lucky if he came once a week. He started to talk to me about some other girl, which made me want to stay in this coma forever. Eventually I blocked him out, thinking about when I first met him. The events that led up to this day.
I was 10, he was 11. He was the little kid next door that thought girls had cooties. I was always really mature for my age, so I thought that he was just silly. One day my mom had set up a play date for him and I, and I really didn't want to go. But I went anyways, since my mom really wanted me to. When I got to his house, he took my hand and took me to his play room.
"You're pretty," he told me. I'm pretty sure I blushed, but I don't know for sure.
"Thank you," I said. Then we were playing.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. The first day I met him.
Now I was 14 and he was 15. He was sitting on the floor with his back against my bed. I was laying on my back, looking at the ceiling. We just sat, listing to music, neither of us saying a word. Out of no where, he jumped up and landed on top of me, his fingers squirming all over my tummy. I let out a loud squeal, giggling, and trying to get him to stop.
"Stop! Please stop! I'm begging!" I let out, between giggles. He laughed at me, but continued to tickle me.
"Say I love Nick more than anything in the entire world," he said, and I let out a huge squeal.
"okay, okay, I'll say it!" I exclaimed. He stopped tickling me, and I took a minute to calm my giggles down. "I love Nick more than anything in the entire world," I said, meaning it in ways that he would never understand. He smiled down at me, and he inched closer to me, until we were about an inch apart.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he whispered, his breath tickling my face.
"I don't," I said. Then, his lips were pressed against mine, moving slow, and passionately. Sure, we've kissed each other before, but never, ever, like this. This was full of love.
The first time, that I knew for sure, that I was in love with him.
I'm 16, he's 17.
"How could you?" I cried, letting every single tear fall down my face.
"Aly, I am so sorry, it didn't mean anything, I swear. I just got stuck in the moment," he said, tears falling down his face.
"That was supposed to be our moment. My moment," I whispered, not meeting his eye. I knew that if I looked into those big blue eyes, I would have to forgive him.
"I know Aly. Please look at me," he pleaded. I gave in, looking him dead in the eye. "Aly I love you, and I never meant to hurt you. Please give me another chance," he whispered, taking my head in both of his hands. I looked into his eyes. Those damn eyes. I nodded slowly, and he leaned in and pecked me on the lips.
"Can I please take you out tonight to show you how sorry I am?" he asked. I tried to bite a smile away, but it didn't work. I nodded, with a goofy grin on my face.
The first time he hurt me.
What happened to us?
When Nick came back to my hospital room for the last time, he took my hand. He started to say something about how he's breaking up with me, but I wasn't having it. I tried, and tried, with all of my strength, energy, and what little life I had left in me, to squeeze his hand. When I was just about to give up, I saw his head pick up, with a shocked expression on his face. That's when I knew that I did it. I closed my eyes, quickly, and when I opened them back up again, I couldn't see myself anymore. All I saw was Nick. My love.
"Aly?" he asked. I started to sit up, but soon realized that I couldn't.
"Nick," I breathed. At least I knew that I still had a voice. "I heard everything you said to me," I said, with a bitter tone to my voice.
"I don't care Aly. All I care is that you're here with me now. I love you Aly. Damn it I love you so much," he said, pulling me into a tight hug. I winced a little, since it kind of hurt to move. He backed off a little and apologized. "I'm gonna go get the doctors, and call your parents," he said, and stood up.
"Hey Aly?" he asked, before we walked off.
"Yeah?" I croaked, my eyes locked with his.
"Stay with me forever?"
