CHAPTER 3
I go in the side door and am a bundled with hugs kisses and presents. I look at them in sheer shock as they shout "surprise" loudly in my ear. With all the stress of school and my relationship with Jase I had completely forgotten the reason of this party. It's my birthday bash a month in advance as I'm going to Spain on my birthday. I laugh and smile as the doors are opened and and pretty much the whole of year 10 has turned up with some stragglers from other years. The dj starts up and Cascada comes on full volume. Pyromania describes the party in a nutshell. The works : mocktails, dancing, fireworks and a club atmosphere. We dance the night away until I need a break. I go outside for a moment. And lean against the cold brick wall. A year 11 joins me that a vaguely know. We barley talk, until tonight. She pushes a pill into my hand and whispers In my ear. I can't hear her over Rhianna that's blaring out of the speakers the other side of the wall. But I get the idea. I look down at the pill in my hand. A yellow smiley face. What harm can it do? I take the drug and go back inside. By this time the year 11 is inside again and dancing with everyone but really getting close to Jase. Thankfully he pushes her away and she moves on to someone. I go up to the bar and order a glass of water. Vicky joins me. "You ok?" She says. "Enjoying your party?"
"Its great" I reply. My drink arives and I get up from the bar stool with my drink and go to track down Jase or Tish, leaving Vicky sitting there alone. LMFAO comes on the stereo and I feel the vibrations through the floor. I find Jase and we dance together for 10 minutes. By then I have finished my glass of water, and am feeling thirsty again. I go to the toilets and fill up my glass from the taps.
"Alena, hi!" I turn a round and see Tish coming out of the toilets. She comes to the sink and washes her hands. I refill my glass again and gulp it down. Suddenly I start to shake. I rush to the toilets and puke down the toilet. Tish runs after me and holds my hair out of my face. She is calling for help but it's muffled by the sound of the blood beating I'm my head. People crowd around and I throw up again...
CHAPTER 4
Tish...
Alena is sitting on the floor of the toilet cubical. Shaking. Her eyes are red and blood shot, her make up has run and is totally oblivious to her surroundings. She has thrown up twice and complains of aches in her legs. I'm rocking her backwards and forwards. Not a good idea. She's sick again. The stench comes over me and I retch. Before I'm sick as well, someone has found Jase and he comes forward and crouches next to me. Alena screams.
"Arhhhhh, my legs someone please, they hurt so much!" Suddenly everything seems to go slower. Alena Passes out and collapses in my arms. She starts to fit on the floor. I don't know what to do!
After what seems eternity, a ambulance arrives and a female paramedic comes in with a doctor in tow. They lift Alena on to a stretcher and she starts to fit again. I turn my head away as they put a needle into the top of her arm and she slowly stops shaking. Me, Jase and the doctor follow the paramedic pushing Alena in the stretcher. Jase and I each hold one of her hands as she is whisked through the club out to the ambulance and everyone stares. We get in the ambulance behind Alena and we whizz of to the hospital.
Alena
The darkness. What a horrible place. Pulling you in, trying to capture your soul. That's how feels to be in a coma. I woke in a bed, which is not my own. In a gown which is not my own. In a life which is my own. But somehow different. The room is white and there are computers surrounding me, giving out promising looking results from scans. Surrounding my bed, are my mum and my dad who has come from back from Ireland just for me. He and mum broke up last summer because Dad was never at home for her. They hold my hands. My mind is elsewhere as I look out of the glass door and see my friends outside in the corridor. They all look as if they have been crying. Everything becomes blurred and distant as I go into a deeper sleep.
Jase
Things have got dramatically worse. I stood outside her room as she went into a coma. I knew as soon as she closed her eyes. They said she was going to make a full recovery, that she would be ok, but they were wrong. Her mum and dad are talking to the doctor so, me and Tish are by her bedside. Keeping her company. I'ts good to talk to patients apparently. They recognise your voice. I read some stories on the internet, that when they here familiar voices that they wake up. All we can do is hope.
I have to tell her. I can't bottle it up inside. This is all my fault. I wish I could just reverse time and be with her. I can't help but cry. I'm not religious but the only thing I can do is pray for her speedy recovery. I stand up, kiss her forehead and walk out of the hospital before I break down and cry. I get in my car and just sit in the car park. Static. Just thinking, this all my fault.
Matty
Things between me and Tish have always been a bit rocky, but since Alena things have gone down like a landslide of feelings and responsibility. I know how she must feel though, I felt the same way when my little sister was in a coma from falling of her horse. She made a full recovery. Alena hasn't, well not yet.
I haven't seen her since she went into hospital, but I have heard it all from Tish. I have no idea what it's like but I reckon it's veil.
Vicky
I should of known. I should of seen the signs. Drinking loads, walking lopsided. And when she talked, all slurred and stuttery. I feel so bad. The Signs were there, but I just ignored them. Now she is stuck in a coma. If only I acted sooner, maybe she wouldn't of been in this mess. The last time is saw her after the accident I cried so hard with so much emotion. We used to be best friends at primary school. We are still friends because we're goths but if it wasn't for that we probably wouldn't. Jase used to be my boyfriend before Alena. I know his past more than he probably does. I have to tell Alena, she has to know the truth. When jase was by her bedside he looked as if he was going to tell her. But then he looked away. I felt like shouting at him. So badly. Scream, almost. But nothing came out. I would hate to be in a coma, not being able to talk or see anyone. Students at school have bought her flowers and said prayers for her. Our head teacher, Mr Woods, did a assembly on drug abuse. Halfway through lots of students started crying. Some were even boys, some never knew her, there wasn't a dry eye in the school hall. I can't believe that even the PE teachers were in tears. I thought they were tough nuts. Obviously not. When your with teaches every day, you get used to them being boring. They actually have a life! Who knew?
