adventures of Jackson

DeathBeds

((this chapter is kinda short))

Jenna's Point of View
I felt drowsy, and I couldn't comprehend what was going on around me. I could hear Sam crying over me, but I couldn't feel anything. There was banging at the door, I didn't like this.
"What's the case here," asked a man with a frisky voice.
"I don't know, I walked in and she was just on the floor. She's had a drinking problem I suppose, there were tons of bottles around her." If only I could talk to sam. Hearing him sad made me hurt even more. I was immediately put on an oxygen machine in what seemed like an ambulance.
Hours passed and I couldn't do anything, I could try to sleep, but hearing Sam's voice in the room kept me calm. Was I really dead?
"She's in a severe coma. Chances of her living are limited, and we need other patients on these machines, for the greater good, could we please cut off the oxygen?"
I can wake up! Or try at least. They can't just let me die, not now. I love sam, I can't live without him. But I wouldn't be living.
"Go ahead." This wasn't the voice of Sam though, it was still a man's voice but I couldn't make out who. Then it clicked, it was my own father making the decision to let me die.
I felt a right pain in my chest, I wanted to breathe but I truly couldn't anymore. Goodbye Sam.
It was strange, I could feel around me again. Was I in grass? I opened my eyes, and saw the bright blue sky again. I leaned myself up and saw Jackson over me. He's dead though, I'm dead though.
"Jenna?"
"Where am I?"
"The dead have to end up somewhere right?"
Nothing about him changed. His hair was still a bright blonde that stayed up no matter how much you messed it up. He lifted me up and brought me into a hug. I thought he hated me.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"It gets lonely up here."