Wait For You

||Chapter 11||

I had to go home eventually, it's not like I could stay in the hospital for the rest of my life. God, I missed him so much. There was no way I could just go to school and pretend nothing had happened, nobody could. I hadn't left my room for 3 days straight, my mom was getting worried. She brought my breakfast, lunch, and dinner up every day and it would go untouched...every day. 

"Baby, you have to eat something." My mom pleaded with me. I didn't move, I just continued to stare at a picture hanging on the wall of Sam and I after a party. She sighed and left. I couldn't cry anymore, there weren't any tears left. I wanted to drown myself in tears, but I couldn't. I accidentally texted Sam purely out of habit.

Me

Hey, everyone misses you so much, I miss you, plz wake up...

As soon as I heard the swoosh of the message being delivered, I realized what I had just done. His parents probably had his phone and probably thought I was demented for texting their essentially dying son. I tried to cry, a few tears fell, but not many. I felt like a horrible person. My mom must've heard me sobbing because she came running up the stairs.

"Kat. Kat what's the matter honey?" She asked as she helped me onto my bed.

I couldn't form any words, I just slid my phone toward her. She picked it up and immediately figured it out.

"Oh Kat. I'm so sorry. It's not your fault. We all miss him." She hugged me and rubbed my back in an attempt to settle me down. "Maybe you'd feel better if you went and saw him." She suggested. I looked up at her, she was slightly blurry.

"W-what do you m-mean s-see him?" I stuttered.

"I mean you haven't seen him since he-...his accident. He looks much better now. He just...he just looks like he's sleeping. Maybe if you go see for yourself it will help. Just think about it." She kissed my head and left the room.

I blew my nose and walked over to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked terrible; my hair was a mess and my face was starting to breakout due to my salty tears. I combed through the matted mess I once called hair and washed my face. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and grabbed a sweatshirt from my closet. I put on the sweatshirt and curled into my bed. I thought about what my mom had said about going to see Sam. Maybe she was right, maybe if I see him, I'll feel a little better. I rolled over and grabbed my headphones and cellphone off of my nightstand. I opened Itunes and turned on Our Corner Of The Universe by K.S. Rhoads. I found that listening to songs with lots of piano calmed me down and helped me sleep. Hopefully, it would work for extreme sadness as well.