Chapter Two
"How have we been?!" My mom sighed as she spoke. "Does it matter? All that matters now is that you're not dead..." I scoffed a little.
"I nearly was though, wasn't I?" Everyone looked shocked. "I heard you saying you were just going to turn off the life support, I know that my dad was only here for the first two days and left because of his band, and I know that the only one who even seemed to slightly want me to stay alive was Emily."
"Look Cato, we're really sorry but you have to put yourself in our shoes." I sighed at my dad.
"Yeah, the shoes in which your band is more important that your son, I get it." My parents just sighed.
"You know what, just be lucky we didn't turn you off sooner you ungrateful little shit." I glared at my mother as she snapped. "I-I'm sorry Cato..."
"Don't even just think you can say sorry and everything will be alright!" I stood up and walked to the doorway. "I'll be out if you need me!"
The first thing I did was reach into the pocket of my coat and pull out a cigarette; it had been so long since I had last smoked, but it also felt like no time at all. That was the weird thing about my coma, sometimes the days felt like the longest things in the world, but at other times they felt like nothing.
I finally lit my cigarette, and sat down as I took a draw. It was probably the most relieving thing I had done in a long time. However, after about three minutes I saw Emily run out to her car. I went to walk over but she looked at me before flipping me off and then driving off.
She had done this many times before, but every other time I knew why she had done it... This time I had absolutely no idea... I put my cigarette out and scratched my head before heading inside and going back into the room to see my mother and father.
"So then," I started as I sat down on the bed. "Do either of you know why Emily left?" They looked at each other before my father spoke.
"Look, she's been doing some pretty bad stuff while you've been in here." I raised an eyebrow at him. "She's cheated on you with at least four others, stole from you when you couldn't do anything about it, and she's been trying her best to get your machine turned off." I scoffed.
"She's the one who tried to stop you!" My parents looked at me and laughed.
"No," stated my mother. "She's been being all nicey-nicey when she's been in the same room as you but both me and your dad have walked past her having quiet conversations with the nurses in corridors." I felt like crying. I didn't understand why she would do that.
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Finally, I got home, and with a bit of help from my dad I managed to get into my own room and my own bed, which was exactly the way I had originally left it. When I got settled, I pulled out my laptop and logged onto my Facebook to receive a lot of messages from people asking me if I was alright... I didn't even know half of them!
Finally, I figured out why... Through all the time my dad was on tour he was constantly posting on his Facebook that he hoped I was alright and that he wished I was well.
I was so happy to have a family that actually cared, even if I had been a bit of a dick with my father about him going away on tour. I understood to be honest. If I had a band and had the opportunity to tour, I would probably drop everything to do it too... If not for me, for the fans of my band.
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Okay, sorry it's short and I haven't done anything on here for a long time but I've not had much free time to get this done. Thankfully I now have Thursdays free so I'll start to update more and write longer stuff. Thanks if you've read it. Sorry if it's bad... I'll fix it later :)
