My Best Friend [COMPLETE]

Chapter 14 - Wait, Back up... WHAT?!

Author's Note: How'd you all like that cliffhanger? Anyways, I hope you like this, and also I have more in store. This isn't the end... I am going to at least  20 - 25 chapters. Enjoy!! <3

My memory was fuzzy. The last thing I remember was being in a car crash with my parents. My parents? For some reason that sounded off, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Madalyn! My baby! You're awake!" She hugged me.

"Ow, mom. What happened?"

"We were driving you to your first day of your Senior year of High School..." Senior year, what? I was in college for god's sake!

"High School? I finished that."

"No, honey. We were in a car wreck."

"When was that."

"A year and a half ago." What? That's not possible. Just a minute ago I was... I was... I don't know what I was doing."

"Why am I still here, mom?"

"You've been in a coma. The other driver caused you severe brain damage, you had to have surgery, tho doctors didn't know if you would make it."

"Where's dad?" I asked. Tears welled in her eyes. He was gone. "Oh, mom." I held out my arms.

"H-he di-died on im-impact, so it w-wasn't too p-painful. Quick, and fairly painless, something we all hope f-for." he started full on sobbing. She collapsed into my embrace, and I shifted over, so she could climb onto the hospital bed.

"Mom, I'm sorry. This must have been hard. Me being comatose, and dad..." A nurse came in.

"Oh my lord, she's awake. Thank the heavens. You know, I've grown attached to you, dear. You're so pretty, and you seem like the kind of person that would be sweet. I've looked after you for the past year and a half. You've been through some rough stuff." she walked to us.

"You should go get the doctor, probably." I said.

"Good idea, I'll be back in a minute, don't go comatose again while I'm gone." she said over her shoulder, laughing at her joke.

"Thomas," I realized.

"Honey, what about him?" asked my mom.

"He... we were... I was in... where... ugh." I huffed. My head ached, my memories blurred, I had missed a year and a half of my life!

"Honey, Thomas went to college. I know he was your best friend, honey. He stuck around as long as he could. He came here everyday after school. He brought flowers every few days, and would tell you everything that was going on, everything you missed, he didn't want to go to college." I realized that I had dreamt high school, dreamt my boyfriends, all of them. Including Thomas.

"Well, where does he go to college?"

"I don't know. His parents moved a few months ago, and I haven't seen him since. I spend most time in here, and have the occasional trip to the restroom or cafeteria.

"Mom, you didn't-"

"I did, Madalyn, and-"

"Well, well, well! Look who's up! Glad you're with the living! We almost lost you last night. But here you are, and awake might I add. How's your head?" It was the doctor. Very happy for a doctor, and his joke was not funny.

"Yeah, I'm awake... my head is all confused, because I'm pretty sure I remember going through high school, and apart of my freshman year of college." It all came crashing back to me. The crash with Thomas in a taxi cab, and the crash before that, when I apparently slipped into a coma, our car, and the truck that rammed into us. We were T-boned. I remember the paramedic, telling me to stay with them, I remember everything from that day, until my vision went milky, and then my other memories, the ones I created, the figments of my imagination. I started to cry.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"No, mom I'm not. I've missed a year and a half of my life! I have to finish high school, and I'll be the oldest there, and for the past year and a half, I was creating my own version of reality! I... I wish it was real. In my made-up memories, I walked out of the hospital a few hours later, dad's legs were broken, and your arm was, but I managed to be fine. I had a great Senior year, I had a great start of college life, I met some people, I lived in apartment with Thomas, I tried new things, it was amazing! But it wasn't even real! I could be dreaming this, and maybe this isn't reality!"

"Is this the real life... Is this just fantasy," half sang half mumbled the nurse, who was in the corner. I glared at her. "Sorry."

"Well, at least you have a good taste in music." I was still crying, still wishing what I had conjured up in my head was as real as this. The only differences so far were that I was not in college, I was not... dating Thomas, and my dad was not... I choked up, another wave of tears threatening to break to the surface.

"Well, we need to run a few tests, and then you're good to go." he walked out of the room with the nurse.

"Mom, I need to find Thomas. I have to find him, show him I'm alive, awake, and that I remember him, and everything. I need to talk to my best friend."

"You need to get home first, recover, and then you're going to school."

"No, mom. I'm not going to school. I'm taking online classes. I refuse to be the coma girl in high school, that one kid that's older than everyone else. I won't do it. What I will do, however, is find Thomas."

"What is it with you and your obsession with Thomas?" she asked.

"Mom, I've spent a year and a half of my life without being able to talk to my best friend. Do you know how that feels? Probably not. Do you know what it is like to lose a year and a half of your life, to have dreamt another one up entirely?" I was yelling. I realized immediately just what I had said. "Oh, mom. I didn't mean-"

"Yes you did. You meant it. And for the record, I understand that. Your father was my best friend, and my husband. My sole confident. And as for losing a year and a half... Do you see that suitcase? That's my clothes. I practically live here. They let me shower here, change here, sleep, eat, exist here for the last year and a half. I haven't left this building since I got that suitcase. One of my friends comes and takes my laundry. She feels bad for me, and does that for me. I know exactly how you feel. So you can't use that as an excuse." She was on the verge of tears. That frustrated me.

She understood, but in a different way. In a worse way, but at the same time better. She understood the losing a year of her life, but she lost it in a different way. She lost it by choice. She didn't have to live in this room. She could have gone anywhere. I was stuck there. I had no choice. At least she knew what she was going through was real. I mean, yeah, that must have sucked, knowing that her husband bing dead, and having a comatose daughter is pretty crappy, but at least she wasn't creating false memories with false people for a year and a half. I hadn't spoken to the real Thomas in a year and a half. I needed to talk to him badly. I would do whatever it took to get to him.