Hope

Chapter 29

Hopes POV
'Then the doctors said I had cancer. I was so stubborn. I told them not to help me, just let me die. It was basically suicide. I didn't want to deal with anything anymore, it just seemed easier. But then there was Poppy.. Poppy made my realize and do things I didn't think I was capable of even contemplating. I was so angry, and sad, but she brought me out of that. She made me believe in myself.'
"Hope what have you been writing in there?" My dad asked chuckling.
"Oh uh- just what I've experienced in my coma." I said intently writing in my journal.
"Oh? You like writing? I never even knew that wow..." My dad said.
"Ya, well I kept to myself a lot." I said.
"Okay, tell me when you get hungry." My dad said smiling. I nodded, going back to my writing. I stopped writing, and started thinking. I started thinking about what happened, while I was in my coma. It's been a couple days, and did I mention I went home! And it's not burned down! It felt so good to be in my bed, in my room. So ya, the memories, not great ones. But I'm moving on. I'm starting over. I didn't even realize my dad was staring at me. I also didn't realize the tear rolling down my cheek.
"You okay Hopie." my dad asked.
"I'm trying to be." I said truthfully.
"It's okay, it'll be okay." He said.
I knew he was right. I will be, I just have to be strong.
"Hi everyone!" My mom came in with my brothers.
"Hi!" I said smiling, wiping the tear away.
"Hey Hope."my mom said smiling. I went over to her, hugging her to death.
"Oh what's that for?" She asked.
"It's an apology.. For making you swerve off the road.. and for saying I hated you." I said sadly.
"Oh honey, I love you. And I forgive you! It wasn't your fault darling." She said.
"Did you hear why I was so sad before the accident?" I asked.
"Everyone wanted me to hear it from you." she said. I took a deep breath.
"I had a horrible nightmare about Tyler hurting me. It was so vivid and real. It was graphic and it was just horrible.." I said.
"Oh honey." She said hugging me."thank you for telling me." she finished.
"No problem. You're my mommy." I said smiling. Yes, our relationship is finally awesome. Funny thing is, the accident helped our relationship. My false world helped my relationship with my mom. Even though everything that happened while I was in my coma didn't happen, it taught me very valuable life lessons.
"How about we go out for lunch!" My mom said.
"Ya!" We all said after.
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"Yum!" I said eating my burger. We all laughed sharing memories. Talk about déjà vu. But this was real. We were interrupted by a lady walking up to our table.
"Hello, are you Hope Macintosh?" She asked.
"Yes." I said smiling.
"Oh my, I heard so much about you and your story!" She said. Wow, it's been a couple days. Ya, I told people about it, but I didn't think it would spread like wild fire.
"Oh, uh ya!" I said, sounding polite, and kind.
" I'm an interviewer for New York Times. Maybe we can talk sometime." she said, handing me her card.
"Wow! Most definitely!" I said happily.
"It's nice to meet you all!" She said waving to everyone.
"And you!" My parents said, shaking her hand.
"I'll let you get back to eating, have a wonderful day!" She said.
"You too." I said picking up my burger, slipping the card in my pocket.
"Oh my! Hope, are ya gonna?!" My brothers asked.
"I don't know right now!" I said eating.
"Oh k." They said.
"Just think about it okay sweets?" My dad said.
"Will do." I said and started thinking. Wow, someone wants to interview me. Am I ready for this?
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"Don't go to bed too late!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.
"Alrightie!"I said laughing. I sat down taking out my journal. I've actually grown quite find of writing! I started to write. A lot! I then realized it was getting pretty late, so I should get to bed. I took off my shirt, and pants, and put on some comfy pajamas. I brushed my teeth, and put my hair up. Wow I missed this. I was going to get in bed when a thought crossed my mind. Should I do the interview with that lady? I contemplated for god knows how long.. Until I finally reached a decision. I took the card out of my pants. It had her phone number, business email, name.. ect...
"Okay Miss, Martha Dattings, let's get this party started." I said obviously referring to the fact that I was going... to call.