Coma

Chapter 2 - Regret

                  

I awoke to the buzzing sound of my alarm clock, was I out all night? I sat up and rubbed my eyes before glancing over at the clock
'6:30am' was printed in the glowing red light, I turned off the alarm and flopped back onto my pillow, I really didn't want to attend school.
"Honey, you have to go to school today" Linda said, peeping her head into my room.
I guess I had to.
I nodded in response and stood up to find my uniform,
"I'm going to make pancakes, you get ready ok?"
"Yes Linda" I sighed
"Please, call me mom" Linda said as she left the room
How could I call someone who wasn't my mother, mom? I knew my own and I couldn't betray her, not after my dad did. I found my uniform and began to get all my stuff ready for school. Joy.
"Sammy sweetie! Breakfast!" Linda called from the kitchen
I let out a sigh as a left my room for the kitchen, I never really liked pancakes, but what would I know? I've been in a coma for five years.
After breakfast I was dropped off at school by Ryan on his way to work, I had to find someone to sit with since last time brought me those assholes.
But that was something I had to worry about at lunch.
Once I entered the grimy school I went to my rusted blue locker and opened it up to grab my books for the day; math, English, science and legal. What wonderful subjects.
The classes rolled past quickly and before I knew it, lunch was upon me.  I needed to find somewhere to sit.
I walked into the cafeteria on my search for someone to sit with, but I had no luck. I looked around at all of the tables and all were full, then I spotted one table, there was a boy sitting there he looked asleep. At least I had a lesser chance of getting been beat up if he ended up being one of those idiots. I sat down to the left of the boy and stared off at the wall
"I know you're there, what do you want?" The boy asked, scaring me
"I-" I stuttered, trying to find my words as I looked over at the boy
"You-you're crying" I blurted
The boy rubbed his face and glanced away
"What do you want?" He asked again
"I sat alone the other day and nearly had my rib broken so I'm not risking it this time" I said truthfully
The boy sighed
"Fine, but I don't care for you or your problems so don't involve me in anything" he grumbled as he rested his head on the table once again
I nodded at his rules
"But I must ask one thing..." I started
"What?" He grumbled, head still on the table
"What is your name?"
The boy sighed heavily and lifted his head up with a groan
"David." He grumbled before putting his head back down
"Sampson" I responded before opening my bag and pulling out a sandwich and taking a bite
Lettuce, mayo and ham; the usual.
The weeks went by slowly, the same thing happened every day. Period one, period two, lunch, period three, lunch, period four and then home. The only thing that changed was the fact that David actually started to converse with me. I found out that he was blind in his left eye and had depression, but that was it, all we really talked about was how we hated school.
I sat in class, alone at the back. I still had no real friends, other than David that is. I was pulled away from my train of thought with the ringing of the school bell, time for lunch.
I pulled out my chair, grabbed my bag and swung it onto my back, lunch was always nice since I could complain to David. Once I was at the cafeteria I make my way over to David and sat down, he looked upset.
"Are-are you ok?" I asked, not really knowing how to respond
He reacted by turning away with a small grunt
"Dave?"
"Just don't worry" he mumbled under his breath
"What is it, really?" I persisted
He huffed and looked at me, his blind eye was bruised all around the socket and up his nose
"W-what...what happened?" I asked in shock
Did the bullies do this?
"Nothing" he grumbled
"David this isn't nothing, now what happened?"
"Nothing, ok? Nothing happened. Now just shut up about it" he snapped, obviously stressed
I turned away and began to eat my lunch, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to David. Then something hit me,
"How come I never see you eat?"
"I don't like food" he sighed, looking at me
I nodded, did he have an eating disorder?
There was silence for a moment as David stared at the wall and I ate my food,
"What are your parents like?" He asked with a sigh
the thought of my real parents crushed me,
"M-my parents?" I mumbled to myself shakily
David looked over at me and nodded slowly
"What are they like?" He repeated
"Th-they're dead" I said quietly

The silence was long and awkward, I felt like throwing up and crying, but I couldn't, not here. I swallowed thickly and blinked back the forming tears,
"What about yours?" I asked, it was obvious I was about to cry by the tone of my voice
Dave sprang up at the mention of his parents,
  "Well my Mom is kind off a bitch, and my dad is an-is always at work" he stuttered, avoiding eye contact
I nodded as I turned my head down to face the table. The silence between us didn't last long as the bell interrupted the awkwardness, I got up quickly and swung on my bag in response. The rest of the day passed slowly and I was glad to go home.