Coma

Chapter 7 - Visits

                  

//Disclaimer; The paragraph marks are going to be larger for this chapter and further ones as I had typed this out on my laptop not on my iPod.//

"Sam wake up, you have to get ready to go and see your Father"

I painstakingly groaned

First I had the absolute worst week with David's vicious and cold glares eating at my confidence and now I had to see my Dad; the man that single-handedly put me into a coma and murdered my own Mother.

"Don't think you can get out of it, you have to see him at least once...C'mon"

I sighed in defeat

"Okay" I mumbled depressingly

Sadly, it didn't take long to get ready for the dreaded trip. It felt like a small amount of minutes, five maybe. I heard the light and fast thuds of Linda running up the carpeted stairs

"Are you ready Sam? We can't be late so we gotta leave now"

I sighed quietly before nodding and zipping up my grey hoodie that was a few sizes too big.

"Sam don't wear that, wear that black jacket I got you. It looks nicer"

"But I like this one, its comfy..." I said quietly
Linda shot me a stern glare

"Fine" I droned

"Good, now come to the car when you're ready, don't forget to close the door and double check that it's locked" she said before running back down the stairs.

I sighed once more before going to my wardrobe and retrieving the jacket and slipping it on, zipping it up and making my way down the stairs. Once outside I checked the door and made my way over to the red Honda Ryan always drove.

"you all bucked up?"

I nodded

"Sam I can't hear gestures"

"Yes." I said, obviously irritated
"A bit angry are we?"

"Fuck off" I mumbled under my breath

"Sampson!" Linda gasped, shocked

"Whatever" I sighed before pulling out my phone

I untangled the mess of cords and stuck the buds into my ears, blasting music into my ears. It wasn't long until I had fallen asleep.

I heard it, the sound of my mother's scream. I glanced around the room I was currently placed in, everything had a grainy feel and the room was a deep navy blue. I walked towards the sound of the scream. I froze. I saw him.

I saw myself, opening the door to seal my fate. I heard the words my Father said so crisp and as if I had heard them a few moments ago.

"Sam, you little shit"

I pulled open my eyes and felt the world around me spinning, the bright sunlight felt as if it were burning eye hardly adjusted eyes. Even though I knew it was a dream, it all felt so real. So fresh in my mind.

"Sam" Linda said as if she'd said my time a few times

"w-what" I stuttered out

"We're here"

I glanced out the window

"North Dakota Corrections Centre" was printed in large, copper font

I swallowed heavily as I rubbed my eyes
"C'mon Sam" Linda called as she got out of the car

I sighed and proceeded unbuckle the seatbelt and make my way out

"I'll meet you guys in there, I'm just going to check to see if I got any emails while we were driving" Ryan mumbled surprisingly loudly, he was always worried about work; even when he had a day off.

I followed Linda into the prison, trailing behind by a metre or so. Once we entered the building I felt a gush of anxiety, I wanted to go home. I just wanted to be home.

After the prison guards checked our belongings and our person, they let us into the waiting room.

"Another security guard will let you in once Alexander is ready," the rather young officer said to us in a stern and somewhat demanding tone

"Are you ready?" Linda asked

I shook my head slowly as I gripped tightly onto my gut. It felt as if my insides were about to escape my body, there was a lump in my throat and a large swarm of angry bees in my stomach. I used the one hand not around my waist to tap anxiously onto the table we were sat before.

"Uh... Mr. Sampson Miller?" a female voice called

I turned towards the voice to see a middle-aged woman standing at a largely secure door

"Would you like to follow me on in here?" she asked rhetorically

I made eye contact with Linda, who then nodded for me to get up. I stood up and walked apprehensively toward the officer.

"Come on in short stuff, Mr. Miller is right in the first booth."

"t-thanks" I mumbled

"Wait, are you his kid? The one that went into that coma?" she said with a tone of surprise in her voice

I nodded shyly as I slowly made my way over to my Dad

"Oh, well good luck with talking to him. He doesn't really ever respond to us. I'll be on the other side of the room if he starts acting up. Not to forget the other guards over on his side," she said with an awkward chuckle

I got to the second last booth before I saw an arm with a bright orange sleeve following it. It had to be him; they wouldn't make a mistake like that.

I grabbed the back part of the small wooden chair that was placed for visitors and pulled it out toward me before sitting upon it.

He looked up.