Corny (There will be multiple time skips in this chapter. You'll see what I mean as you go through.)
October 8th, 2016. ( The day it happened. )
A few hours after Meg was rushed to the hospital.
Talking to Meg didn't help her status. She laid there like Sleeping Beauty; unmoving and almost dead looking. I couldn't believe it happened to her. I couldn't believe Megan had the guts to do something like that.
I couldn't believe anything right now.
I cried. I cried for her. I cried at the hospital, I cried at my house, I cried at Mary's house. I cried because I couldn't help it. I cried because I care about her.
I cried because I love her.
You might be thinking, a teenage boy crying? Well, real men cry. Real men show their feelings.
I miss her. I know it's only been a few hours, but we're never apart. We are always together no matter what.
Right now, I can only hope for the best.
October 9th, 2016.
She hasn't woke up yet. Mary, Jace and I came in to talk to her again. Jace even misses her. He said, "She's my best friend, too," when he came with. We were there for a couple hours, then Mary and Jace left. I stayed with her because I wanted to be the first person she saw when she woke up.
She didn't, though.
October 10th, 2016.
I skipped school and stayed with Margaret in the hospital.
October 11th, 2016.
I walked into school with bed hair, bags under my eyes and I was exhausted. I moped through all of my classes and when it came to lunch, I went to my locker to get my stuff before I left. I ran into Megan and Noah there. When I saw them laughing and smiling, my blood boiled to the point where I walked over to Megan and punched her in the face.
"You did it you bitch! You did it on purpose!" She held her cheek with a scowl.
"I did nothing!" she shouted back. I smacked her again, but was then held back by some other kids while Noah stood in front of her, protecting her.
"You killed Margaret! She died for five minutes! You're lucky she's even alive! She's in a coma and it's all because of you!" I shouted at her. Tears sprang into my eyes and my body went limp. Her face held surprise, regret, and sorrow.
"I-I didn't-"
I stared at her with so much hatred, she looked away. "You heard me tell Noah she was deathly allergic. You put peanuts in the brownies, knowing she was going to eat them. That's why you asked us if we had-" my voice cracked, "had any snacks yet."
"I-I'm sorry," she said, tears springing to her eyes.
"Sorry doesn't change anything does it?" I shouted at her. I turned around and wiped the tears off of my face. I didn't care if anyone saw me like this. I wanted Margaret back.
I needed Margaret back.
October 15th, 2016.
The doctors had good news.
They said she was showing signs of waking up soon. It could be because we all come to talk to her everyday. It could be because her body was regaining strength. I only wish she would wake up sooner.
October 21st, 2016.
I woke up in Margaret's hospital room. The doctors gave me a blanket and pillow and I slept on the small couch they had in her room since I stayed for so long. As soon as I woke up, I sat down in the chair next to her bed and grabbed her left hand.
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