The Fangirl Diaries

Im Back From the Dead

(4.16.15 5:25pm)
Dear freaking diary,

So I got back home from the hospital today.

Yippie.

I've been in a coma for a while, sorry for... well, no notice.

My definition of coma:
A state in which your mind is selfish and doesn't let you explain to your diary and shuts you down.

Here's the story.

My friend was driving me to Barnes & Noble for books and whatnot. Tiana, my friend, was going theories her Fall Out Boy playlist at a red light and she settled on Immortals.

The light turned green not too long after we started singing at the top of our lungs. When she started to go, there was a honk from my side of the car, and it only grew louder from there.

Everything was going slower by the second now.

The car coming for us was a white pick up truck, and I had a feeling that it was about to be stained red. Finally, contact met.

My lungs screamed for the air that it couldn't reach. Pain seared through my right arm. I felt crushed metal digging far into the flesh in my leg. My head flung back and forward as the airbag came out. Tiana slammed on the breaks and when my face hit the airbag with a painful stinging force, my vision blacked out.

Now here I am with a broken arm, a bruise on my forehead, and a long line of stitches in my leg. The car couldn't be repaired-too much damage.

Good news is that I get to stay home from school and recover for a week.

Bad news is that Tiana is also in a coma. Was also in a coma. She got out of it way before me though. No. She should've gotten out of it way before me.

When Tiana slammed on the breaks, her neck snapped back and broke. She didn't survive too long after she got in the hospital. That's what I've been told anyway.

Her family was waiting for me to get out of my coma to make a date for Tianas funeral. We were born in the same hospital on the same day. We literally knew each other since day one, and they wanted me at her funeral.

I'm sorry, I'm not on the right mind set to talk.

Karri