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Three weeks later...
The contours of the land fade into the mist as we're driving towards the hospital again. The night is slowly erased by the dawn as I'm trying to fully wake up. In a maze of emotions the time is passing me by. I only feel the pain of missing Jennie and I really can't handle it anymore. I wish I could beg someone on my knees to wake her up, if I knew who to ask. But the hours turned into days and the days turned into weeks and still there is no change.
Wendy picked me up this morning to drop me off at the hospital. She tried to convince me to go to class with her, but I can't concentrate anyway. I've been to a few lessons lately, but I don't really care about it anymore. I had so many ideals, but without Jennie I don't have them anymore. One of my teachers has send me a mail yesterday that I passed that important test and normally I would've jumped around from happiness, but not even a smile formed on my lips when I read it.
I lost myself when Jennie lost consciousness, I feel lost in this cruel world, I even feel lost inside this car. I don't know how to describe what it is that I'm feeling, but it aches and it burns. A silent killer inside that broke free from the darkest side of me and I can't do anything to stop it. But a voice in my head keeps banging on my heart, saying Jennie will come back to me. So I'm holding on to that small voice, that small little hope I have left.
I let out a tired sigh and rest my head back against the window. I gaze at myself in the side mirror of the car and study the tired features on my face. I'm a shadow of the happy energetic girl that I used to be. My head feels empty, my heart broken and the only thing I'm holding on to is Jennie's hand every day. If I'm not holding on to her in that physical way too then it gets too hard to stay hopeful mentally.
I lift my head up slightly when I see the surroundings. Wendy is driving over the parking lot of the hospital and stops the car right in front of the main entrance.
''Are you sure you're going to skip this class Rosie?'' Wendy asks softly.
I unbuckled my seat belt and shook my head back and forth to let her know I wasn't going. Right before I could get out of the car, her hand on my arm pulled me back inside.
''Can I talk to you..'' She mumbles as she retracts her hand from my arm.
''I actually just like to go to Jennie if you don't mind.'' I manage to say without sounding too frustrated that she's holding me back from that.
She coughs a couple of times to scrape her throat and looks down slightly before she speaks up to me.
''We're all worried about you Rosé. I can't even remember the last time lately that you said more than a few sentences. You barely eat or sleep and all you do is sit in silence next to Jennie's bed. I know that it's important for you to be there for her, but you can't put your whole life on hold. It's not fair to yourself and Jennie wouldn't want you to fail this year either.'' She said and I slightly turned my head away from her. ''Just at least talk to me about how you are feeling Rosé, don't keep it all locked inside.. I understand that you're going through a really rough time, but-''
