Real or un-real?

Heartbreak

I woke up to this room with class widows. (Like the rooms in the movies). I looked around and quickly realized I was in the hospital. I looked to my left and found Michael reading a magazine. I sighed, because I was mad at him. I felt like he had no business with her. He should’ve been home with me and his soon to be born child. I looked to my right and my manager/Friend Scar was to the right of me and she was watching TV. I moved a bit, and started watching TV when they both looked at me...They smiled and rushed to my bed.

“Hey girl! “Scar said smiling. “Hey!” I said hugging her and smiling. “Feeling okay?” she said frowning. “Yeah, much better!” I said laughing at her. “Glad to hear! So I got to get going! Take care!” She said smiling and walking out. I nodded and said “You too!”.   I looked back at the TV when I felt Michael’s hand on my hands. He looked at me and I looked at him. He didn’t say anything because everything was understood. Just as I thought he wasn’t going to say anything; he said. “Are you ok?” He said looking very concern. “Yes Michael.. Thanks” I said looking back at the TV. I wasn’t going to make eye contact.

“You read my text..?” He said looking at me. “It doesn’t matter” I said looking at him and rolling my eyes. “It does!!!!” he said standing up and raising his voice. “DON’T YELL AT ME!” I said looking away from him. “Maybe….Maybe it’s time you get yelled at!” He said stumping off. “MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO WITH TATE! ME AND MY BABY CAN MAKE IT ON OUR OWN!!!” I said screaming and falls back angrily. Michael comes back in and gives me a glare. I swear if looks could cut….his glare would’ve been painful.