I'm awake?

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Zayn's POV

I slowly got In my car and just started balling. I think the thing that bothers me the must is what Liam said. Did I really make him feel like that, because I never want to make Liam feel like that. I can't believe this, I hate my self, I hate my self I repeted over and over agin. As I banged my head on the steering wheel.

Liam's POV

Oh my god I said it I finally stood up to Zayn, that's good right? If it's good why do I feel so bad, this was supposed to make me feel better. But instead I feel worse. Way, way worse and I just want to run away and live under a rock and drown myself in my own tears. I stop crying for a sec to hear what sounds like someone kicking something, or banging their head on a wall. I'm a little freaked out because we live in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a forest. I slowly get up and walk toward the curtin and open it a little bit in the corner to see Zayn's car still their. I open the curtin more and seen Zayn in the car banging his head on the steering wheel. Why is he still hear? Why won't he just leave me alone and let me get over him. This isn't fare I want to get over him but he won't let me, that's just not fare. You no what if he won't leave I'll make him leave. I grab my phone and storm outside to Zayn's car to find his window is down but it's like he doesn't notice me. Or he's just trying to ignore me.

"ZAYN,ZAYN,HEY" I scream through Zayn's window trying to get his attention.

"ZAYN" I scream one more time and he finally looks up in shock. Likes he's suprised to see me or something but he's the one parked in front on my house.

Zayn's POV

I keep banging my head on the steering wheel. Kinda hoping that maybe I'll pass out and wakeup to find that this was all a dream, All one big dream, no,no a nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare.

"ZAYN,ZAYN, HEY" for some reason I think I hear someone calling my name. It almost sounds like Liam.

"ZAYN" then I hear it one more time and I break out of my daze and look up to see Liam.

My beautiful, beautiful Liam looking straight at me with tear filled eyes.

"No, no please don't cry Liam it's all my fault I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Liam"

"No Zayn this isn't your fault, I'm crying because I'm just so happy your awake" What do you mean, what dose that mean. I reply back to Liam in complete confusion. I try to get up to look around but I hurts so much and I just can't. Then I hear someone say "be careful you have to rest, maybe it's time for you guys to go". Go where and who is that.

Liam leaves from my side but before saying good bye and leaving he kisses me on the forehead. What dose that mean dose Liam love me again? I move my neck very slowly to the side because it hurst so much, but to my suprise I see a heart monitor. Where am I?

A person who looks like a doctor comes close to me and says "you did it you made it, we for sure thought we were going to lose you" the doctor said.

"Also you should get some sleep you may have been in a coma for 2 years but I don't think you did much sleeping. You also have a lot of recovering to do" the doctor said before leaving.

What is happening, I'm so confused. I already woke up from my coma why am I back here? No omg please don't tell me I'm stuck in one of those time warp things. Where I have to live the same day over and over again tell I get it right. No this isn't happening, this I not happening to me. I'll Just go to sleep and wake up to find that this is all a dream, one big dream. No a night mare, one horrible night mare. Wait.... one horrible nightmare. 2 years, I was in a horrible nightmare for 2 years. This was all a dream, just part of the coma, I started to put it all together. I never woke up in the first place I've always been in this coma, this was just a big dream. I..I. I. ..I don't know how I feel about this. I'm in complete shock just, flabbergasted, what dose this mean?

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 24, 2016 ⏰

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