A New Us (A Hayes Grier Fanfiction)

Will she ever come to it?

Hayes' POV

C'mon April.

it's been weeks. it's been almost a month and she's still in the same position she was when I arrived. she has a little more life to her face. bruises are mostly gone. the bigger cuts are now small scars scattered across her body.

I haven't been to school, in fact, I started online schooling so I could stay with April at all times. she needs me. I need her if anything.

"Hey, Hayes," Sam says walking in. I guess school is out. he's not his perky self anymore. he used to make everyone laugh, no matter what. now he's in the dumps like I am.

"Hey," is all I say. he sighs and sits next to me.

"she'll make it out, you know that, right?" he says patting my back.

"no one knows anything. don't get my hopes up." I snap back at him. I have no feelings anymore, I am numb. completely, utterly, numb.
"Hayes, have you eaten today?" I shake my head no and he stands up, walking out of the room.

I go up to April and say "Hey, April. Its me again, Hayes. I don't know if you can hear me or not... I read once that it's a possibility that you can hear in a coma, but anyways.... I just want to say that I am here for you. I can't wait for you to wake up. if you do. I know you can do it. if you don't have anyone to wake up for, do it for me. I care about you and love you more than anything. you're my best friend. my only best friend. and we all know I'm very limited with my friends... I know I make just about the same speech everyday, but just some where I feel that you're not believing me when you hear this. like you don't think I mean what I say. but, an old football coach of mine when asked 'why do you say the same thing over and over again?' his reply is always 'They may not get, understand, or believe what I am saying the first 100 times, but they just might on the 101st. and i never give up on someone until they give up on me. and when they do, its then my job to get them back on this train until the ride is over.' thats how i feel about you April, dont give up on me because i know i wont give up on you." right as I finish Sam comes in with some apple juice and a sandwich. "thanks..." I say quietly.

"You really need to get out of this place. it's making you depressed" I look at him while drinking my juice.

"do you really think so?" he nods his head. "alright, what should we do?"

"let's just go for a walk, bud" and so, we did.