What Really Happens During a Comatose

^^____^-----Derrick-----^____^^

^^____^-----Derrick-----^____^^

I watched sadly as my friends gladly left me all alone and got in red, blue, silver, and black cars as time went by steadily. Cars from family, a thing I could never have, and friends. The rain came down hard and cold making soft and relaxing splashing noises on the cement. The sky looked as if just a sheet of gray was hurled into it.

“Well I guess this is my ride Derrick. Where is your dad at? Why don’t you call him?” Angelina said smilingly as she stood up to leave me with her hands folded happily behind her back. Angelina has been my best friend since 6th grade, which was 5 years ago. Angelina had her red hair pulled back into a pony tail. She has freckles scattered across her porcelain face.

“Oh…..well….I…….” I gazed down at the ground for a few minutes finding what I can say to her. I imagined what i’d say to her in my head; so, here’s the deal, my mother died a couple of years ago. She was murdered by some crazy man. They never caught the guy that murdered her.

I and my father were devastated. You would think I would be the one to go through the worst time of coping with it because of my depression issues. Well guess what? It was actually my father, of all people, my father. Can you believe that?

The stone cold man couldn’t cope with a death. Anyways, he went crazy, I mean he was crazy before but he got worse. He abuses me every single day. He throws sharp objects at me and punches me and kicks me. Of course, it’s only when I don’t give him a certain answer he wants to hear or he’s just in one of his moods.

His moods consisted of extremely angry, drunk, anxious, and depressed. His moods also included hallucinations and voices speaking in his head. I could imagine the horrified look on Angelina’s face. I wish I could tell Angelina all of this but she’d probably think I’m just complaining.

“He’s at work.” I nodded my head in confirmation.

“Oh. I’m sorry, would you like a ride or maybe I can walk with you home? I don’t mind getting a little wet” She smiled at me, hoping I would say yes, clearly she is wrong.

“No!!!!!!! No…I…..I’ll be just fine. I promise.” I looked up at her and held out my pinky finger.

“But I want to…” she lowered her head.

“Fine….whatever…” I gave in to what she said. I’ll have to walk to some random house on my street or something so she doesn’t have to see my father.

-----------------Switching back to third person pov-----------

Angelina looked up at Derrick and grabbed his hand quickly and pulled him up from off the bench.

“Let’s go then” She grinned at him.

Derrick flipped his black bangs to the side and began walking home in the humid and cold rain with Angelina. The grim reaper followed right behind them. Derrick looked back a few times as a feeling of paranoia washed over him. When they got halfway to his house Derrick turned around and faced Angelina. By then the rain had gotten harder.

“I have something to tell you” Derrick yelled out through the rain. Angelina stopped walking and listened to Derrick. “I’ve never told you this before because I didn’t want to seem like I was complaining too much or something. My father, he…..He abuses me. My mother was murdered, and they never found the killer, but my father was the first to find her dead.”

Angelina nodded her head slowly trying to make sense of what he was saying.

“Well my father went crazy after that and ever since then he hasn’t been the same. He sees things and hears things that aren’t really there. I know it sounds crazy but it’s true...” He frowned and stared at the grass.