The Grass Is Always Greener

Chapter 8 - Dreaming's What You Do

Amy's Point Of View

We watched as Emma went down the hall to dans room, her body visibly shaking.

She knows something. She knows more than shes telling us.. But i don't think now is a good time to confront her.

Christian smiled at me. I smiled back. I liked this american dude. I don't care if hes unpopular or a loser.. We all are.

Then my phone went, i looked down.

"Hey Baby, Can't wait to see you At the weekend, missed you so much. T xxxx"

Oh god. Tom.

Emma's Point Of View

I opened the door. The first thing i saw was the machines. Loads of them. All beeping at different times, the one that caught my eye was the heart monitor. It beeped with every beat of Dans heart. A machine that signified the end to so many people. I just hoped it wouldn't to me.

I walked slowly over to the bed side and sat down. Dan looked so small in amongst all the big machines. His usually tanned skin now a ghostly shade of white. I picked up his slightly bruised hand.

"I.. Im sorry Dan.. Im sorry i made you angry. Im sorry i walked in on you. Im sorry that i told the social. But i was afraid Dan.. Afraid that something... Well.. Like this.. Would happen. And even though i did tell social. It still happened. Its not fair. You don't deserve this. Nobody does. But especially not you. Everyones worried about you. Everybody. Theres not a single person sat in that waiting room that doesnt care about you. Phil cares Alex cares. Rhona cares. PJ, Gillian, Hayley, Heather and Dougie all care. And.. I... Well. Of course i care. I love you. Im in love with you.

So you might not have a blood family. But you have all of us.. All the guys.. They think of you as a brother.. And i.. Well.. Love you. So you better wake up so we can show you how much we care about you. You might not think anybody wants you. But we do. We all do. I want you. I need you. And i need you to wake up.

I haven't told them who did this to you. I didn't think you'd want me too. I know you didn't want me too know.. And you definitely wouldn't of wanted a social worker too know. But it was the only thing i could do. Im sorry. Im sorry dan. Im sorry. Just please try and wake up." I sighed, tears streaming down my face by this point.

No reply.

I sighed and laid my head on the bed next to his hand, still clasped in my own, i closed my eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Dans Point Of View

"YOU'RE WORTHLESS" the voices echo around my head.

"I HATE YOU!"

"YOU'RE PATHETIC!"

"NO ONE NEEDS YOU"

"I need you" a small voice said.

"WE HATE YOU!"

"I love you."

"YOUD BE BETTER OFF DEAD"

"Please wake up Dan.... Dan... Dan"

I felt the darkness slowly fade and i looked up to see a bright light shining in my face. Hospital lights. I let out a small groan. I went to lift my hand, but it didnt move. Panicking i looked down and saw it was now wrapped up in someone else's hand. The owner of the hand slouched over the side of the bed, head resting on the sheets beside me.

She rolled over and i saw her face. Emma.

How could i not know it was Emma. A small smile crossed my face until i saw the tear stains on Emma's cheeks. I sighed and closed my eyes, a feeling of relief washing over me as more pain killers were injected into my body and spread through my vains. They went straight to my head, sending me to sleep, not before giving Emma's hand a quick squeeze.

She was the one begging me to wake up. And i was going to makes sure i did it again. Because ive only ever seen her look so scared and vulnerable once before. And that was my fault as well. Im not letting it happen again.