Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 1- 7 Months

A/N: Oh boy here we go!! Sequel to Waiting for Superman, I hope you enjoy!

"So you're saying I've been in a coma for 7 months?" I say in horror, staring at Jordan. Who I love. At least, I did in my fake world. He doesn't know me now. None of that matters now. It's all gone. He's gone. He's doesn't even know me. He nods slowly, face grim. I take a few deep breaths, trying to keep calm. But my heart shatters. I've lost him. He doesn't know me. He doesn't love me. He isn't mine anymore. It almost feels like being choked. Is this what Mitch went through? Aside from that, all of my school work, all of my emotional progress. All gone. It explains why every single lecture was so familiar. I was just replaying things I'd already heard. All woven into a fake life. A lie that I made up. I start to hyperventilate. Jordan doesn't know me. What am I supposed to do now?! I love him; I can't be without him. How can I keep going if he doesn't even know me? This stupid coma. It stole him from me. It took everything. I bury my face in my hands. My entire life is gone. He's gone. Even Emily is gone. She wasn't real. Isn't that sad? That I had to make up a best friend? There was no one who would be my friend in real life. I never even graduated! I feel Jordan sit down on the bed. He's here in person, sure. But it's not the same. Not yet. But maybe... A spark of hope lights in my chest. Maybe he can know me again. But he doesn't right now. I look at him, surprisingly unaffected by it. "It was all a lie." I whisper. I must sound pretty insane right now. He nods again. "Maybe not entirely. I don't know how much you took from real life and wove it into your dream. The nurses and I were talking about it one day. Sometimes, comatose patients take what people say to them and turn it into an alternate life. And we did talk to you. Quite a bit, actually." He says, and my heart leaps again. Maybe it was a lie based on truth. I just don't know how much was real. "What's the date?" I ask, suddenly curious. He chuckles, a bit surprised. But his smile makes me smile as well. "February 10th, 2014." A fact springs from somewhere in the back of my mind. "Happy birthday." I say, looking at him, and grinning slightly. I'm starting to acclimate. It's amazing how fast humans can adjust. Even just the date gives me something that I know is solid. He smiles, looking slightly puzzled, but pleased. "I never told you my birthday." I smirk "Fan, remember? Plus you told me. Well, dream you, I guess." He tilts his head. "Wonder where he found that out." He says, almost wistfully.

I sigh, glancing around the room where I've been for probably the good portion of 7 months. I try to reach up to smooth my hair down, but find my arm to be extremely weak and tired almost instantly. I frown, holding it out in front of me. It's thin and weak looking. I glance back at Jordan, who wrinkles his forehead. "Your muscles atrophied. It'll be a while before you can use them fully again." He says sadly. My heart sinks, but it's just another fact that proves this is real. "What did you tell me? I mean about you. I want to know what was real." I say softly, remembering everything about him. His smile when I kissed him. The way his pillow felt. His laugh. I blink back a sudden rush of tears, trying to hide my face. He touches my hand, sending electricity shooting trough me. I see a person peer into the room through the window, but look away quickly. "Just let them have some time." A familiar female voice says, muffled by the walls. He looks at me, face slightly pained. I wonder why. In my dream, it would be because I was upset. But I don't know if that applies here. "I told you pretty much everything. What did you dream about?" I sigh. "That's a long story." He shrugs. "We have all the time in the world." I smile slightly, his voice calming me down a bit. But this is going to be hard to talk about. There are few things creepier than turning your favorite Youtuber into your boyfriend in an alternate life. "I passed out at the GameStop when I saw Mitch. And then I woke up in the hospital, like nothing even happened. But there wasn't a lot of explanation. But I didn't mind, I was just fangirling like crazy." I say smiling slightly. He smiles too, but a certain sadness falls behind his eyes. I think the Mitch thing still applies. "Anyways, I went home, and hung out with him later. He said some not very nice things..." I say, trailing off. "About what?" he asks, concerned. I sigh "About my scars. And my maturity. Either way, he hurt me. So I didn't talk to him for a while. Then I met you at the college campus. And we starting hanging out. We leaned on each other. We supported each other and you made me better. I stopped cutting. You were always there. You told me about Mitch and what he did to you, about your scars. You told me about Ryan and about your childhood. And I supported you." I say, drifting into my memories, wishing I could go back. "One day you cut yourself up pretty bad. And I cleaned you up, and you kissed me. But we didn't talk about it after that. So I started to hang out with Mitch again. We went out for about a month before he cheated on me, just like you said he would. You were always there, just waiting for me. And I realized then that I was in love with you. So I told Mitch we were done. And I chose you." He stares at me, enthralled. "And then I woke up." I say, my voice breaking slightly. He wraps his hand around mine fully "I'm still here. Even if I don't know you yet. I will. And you'll feel better again." he says, and a warm feeling spreads in my chest. Maybe not all that much has changed. But then a few facts fall into place. "Jordan how did I get here?"

A/N: How is she in LA if she passed out in Seattle? All to be explained:) Slap dat vote button for the first chapter, and I'll see all you #Jali shippers next time:)

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