Chrissy Moone

Chapter 20- Justin

My tears seeped onto Chrissy's cheek, moistening her skin. I sniffed loudly and wiped my tears away, along with the ones on Chrissy's cheek.
"It's been six months Chrissy, and a day hasn't gone by without me missing you. I hope you wake up soon." I whisper, before pressing my lips against her pale, cold forehead.

I stand up, and brush the dust off my clothes. I've been sitting beside Chrissy for hours, crying.

I walk into the bathroom. I catch a sight of me in the mirror. I have puffy red eyes, dark circles under them. I'm pale and my hair is going in every direction.
   I sigh and fix my hair, then splash water on my face, trying to get the tear stains away. I lean my hands on the counter, and let my head flop down.

I exhale deeply, then straighten up.
  "Don't lose faith. She'll wake up." I hear a voice say behind me. I whip around to see Mitchell smiling at me comfortingly.

One of the things that's great about Mitch being gay, is I can have... Well, feelings around him. With Owen and Anthony, I wouldn't want them to see me cry, even though I know they'd never call me a sissy.
   But when I was friends with all the popular people, if anyone cried in front of them, they'd probably call you gay.

But with Mitch, I can feel comfortable crying around him. He hugs me firmly, rubbing small circles on my back. I let a few tears seep out, staining his shoulder.
  When I've composed myself, we exit the bathroom.

"So what do you want to do?" Mitch asked.
"Actually Mitch, I might just take a walk... Alone." I reply uncomfortably.

He smiles understandingly.
"Yeah, you go and get fresh air. No offence, but you need a bit of colour on your cheeks. And you haven't exercised in ages."

"Gee thanks," I reply with a smile.

I walked towards the exit of the hospital, then took the bus to any place that had fields to run in. I need to run. I got off at the next stop, which had fields galore.

I began walking. I jammed my hands in my pockets, shivering in the cold.
  Once I was used to the frosty air, I took my hands out of my pockets. I began to run, my legs covering a metre each step.
  My calves burned, but I kept running in the winters air. 

I let my mind go blank, forgetting all the worries that had been clouding up my mind for months. Bills, Mum, school, everything.
  I just focused on one fact. I'm alive.

I collapsed on to the soggy dew, the grass blades tickling my arms. My heart was pumping with adrenaline. I watched my chest rise up and down, focusing on my breathing. After a few minutes my breathing was steady, and I got up and took the bus back to the hospital.

Back to Chrissy.

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Chrissy moved suddenly, her eyes flickered open.
"Chrissy!" I gasp in surprise.
Tears of joy run down my cheeks.
"Where, where am I?" Chrissy asked, sitting up.

I throw my arms around her, holding her gently, feeling how thin she's gotten.
  "You've been in a coma for six months, Chrissy." I explain softly. "Six months?" She echoes. "The last thing I remember is being in a foster home, and reading until I fell asleep. How can six months feel like six seconds?"

"I don't know, Chrissy," I sigh, holding her hand tightly, worried that this is all a dream. "Maybe being in a coma feels like that. But your awake now, and that's all that matters."

She squeezes my hand back. "Anything happen while I was in a coma?"
  "Well, now to people we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend." I smile.
   "But we haven't kissed yet!" Chrissy states, scrunching up her nose in confusion.
   "We had our first kiss while you were asleep, Chrissy." I answer.

Chrissy smiles at me, and leans in slowly. I copy her actions, and do so until our lips are connected.
"Now we're boyfriend and girlfriend." Chrissy smiles after our kiss.