Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 17

Beeping. That's all I hear. Beeping. Steady and very slow. Beeping.

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

Over again and again. I can't see anything, it's all black. But I can hear. And feel. I tried to speak, but my mouth won't open.
I hear voices and strain my ears to listen.

"Doctor? Has she gotten better?" Casey.
"No. She's still in a coma."
I heard a grunt and speaking again, "Can we see her?"
Cory.
"Of course." I heard a door open and some shuffling around, quiet sobs from what I assume to be the corner of the room, and someone grabs my hand.

"Alright, Amy, I love you to death, and this is your best friend Cory speaking alright? So I just wanna tell you that your friggen camotase state has us all in a wreck. So you should really wake up soon before Kelly runs out of tears. And Casey runs out of hugs."

"Alright, my turn to talk to the half dead girl. This is the sexy beast, Chase speaking to you, so I'd just like to say that you should wake up because Jackson is about to have a vein burst. His house is destroyed, and he's laying in your room. Everyday all day. He hasn't eaten in weeks and you have him in a wreck.
So you should wake up before he kills himself, because he's so damn guilt ridden there's nothing else there."

Jackson. Jackson. He's practically dying. That bastard! He thinks that he can kill himself over me! I'm gonna kill him myself when I get outa this shitty coma.

I hear more shuffling and Casey and Kelly speak, "We miss you so much!" I would laugh if I could, "And when you get out of this, because we know you will, we're having a girls week." They say in unison.

"Give the poor girl some space, if it's true that they can feel and hear in a coma, then she's gonna strangle you both for invading your personal space."

You go Sean.

I hear some sniffling and then footsteps away from my bed and the door shuts quietly.

If I could cry, I sure as hell would be. My eyes are heavy and all I can see if black. I can only imagine what the gang looks like and I can't help but feel responsible.

I knew I shouldn't have been driving and I knew I was upset. And I knew is was because of Jackson. But I'm not gonna blame it on him. I knew what I shouldn't have done and I did it. So it's my own damn fault.

I haven't once heard dad, but he was always a suffer in silence type. He could have come and I just didn't know.

I wonder if some people I didn't know visited, maybe-

"I'm so sorry."

"I shouldn't have fucking let you think that I couldn't care less about you."

Jackson. Jackson Fucking Denivior.
His voice sounded dry, cracked and harsh. His tone was weak and he sounded as though he hadn't talked in weeks.

"If I didn't let you leave, upset. If I hadn't pushed you out the door. If I hadn't let Lilly come over. Maybe, just maybe you wouldn't be have dead. Cold. pale. Sunken in cheeks. Hollow face. Limp. Small. Weak. And you know the worst part?" His voice cracked. "It's my fucking fault. I am to blame. Your father might never see his daughter again. Casey, Kelly, Cody and Sean may never see you again. I-I might never see you again. Don't think that I'm getting an ass kicking from your friends. But I don't do anything, because it's what I deserve. If I hadn't taken your words so damn seriously, then you would still be here. I've lost hope. No one else has. They still believe. But me? Nope. If this is what I deserve for making your life a living hell? Confusing you, and making you sad, mad, angry, depressed? Then I guess I'll just have to deal with the cards fate deals out. Even though they're a shitty deck. But I need to tell you and myself something.
You don't fucking deserve this."