My Best Friend [COMPLETE]

Chapter 20 - #TheNewMe and Oh Boy, My Mother

"WHO ARE YOU?" My mom dropped her keys and half the groceries on the ground. I walked towards her, picking up the keys and groceries.

"It's me, mom." I said, as I walked to the kitchen. My mom was speechless. For now. I started putting things away.

"Why?" she finally asked.

"Because I am tired of walking down the street and being known as the coma girl. So I changed my appearance. And my last name."

"What?!" My mother yelled. She dropped the cans in her hands, along with her jaw.

"You've got to stop dropping things," I said nonchalantly. "Can't be good. Plus, now I only have the same first name as the coma girl." I ran a hand through my now short hair, and finished putting everything away. My mom was furious.

"You can't just pretend that your coma isn't part of you! You have to accept it! You can't just forget! it made you who you are, shaped you. Change your name back. Now. Let's go." She pulled me towards the door. I shook her arm off, and stood my ground.

"No. You told me to, mom. You told me to forget. You can't tell me now that you don't want me to not be her. You asked if we could put this whole coma thing behind us. The thing is, is I'm not forgetting it, or putting it behind me; I'm just making it so that way when I meet people they don't think less of me because I was in a coma! I want them to get to know me for me. And if I have to change my look and last name for that chance, the chance that everyone else in the war,d has, then so be it!" I was shouting now. I stormed out. My mom called after me, but I ignored her. I went into my room, and decided I wouldn't come out unless was necessary.

Two weeks later, I said my first words to my mom since the fight. When I don't want to talk to someone, I don't. Easy as that. I'd been texting Thomas a lot. And anyone else that treated me like an actual human. I stopped talking to many people because they treated me different. Like, seriously. I was asleep for a year. Something I always wanted to do. Yes, I was in a car crash, and that's why, but seriously. My brain is fine. Nothing is wrong with it. I stepped into the kitchen.

"Madalyn I-"

"Hi mom." she stopped, and dropped the ladle in her hand. "Stop dropping stuff." I laughed.

"You're talking." she looked amazed. She ran to me and gave me a hug. "And to me. I thought you were never going to talk to me again."

"No. I was just mad." I said.

"That's no excuse. But we need to bring you to the doctor."

"Why?"

"You've been acting differently. The old you-"

"Mom! Seriously?! The old me didn't have a reason to do this. We don't need to take me to the doctor. My brain is fine! You're acting like Ellie! And Joanne!" I said. I sat on the couch.

"Your friends are treating you different?" she rested her hand on my arm.

"Don't touch me." she moved her hand. "Yes, because I was in a coma. Thomas, Amber, Selene, and Kara aren't. That's it. Everyone else is. Including my own mother." I said, and as I grabbed the keys and walked outside. I got in the car, and started driving. I didn't know where. I had my phone and money for gas. That's all I needed.

I'll be back before the end of the day. I promise.

I mentally told my mother. I pulled off the road, and I texted her and said that I would be back, I just needed some time. When she asked how much. I didn't answer. I texted Thomas. Call me. I'm driving. Then I pulled back onto the road. My phone rang and I answered. It was Thomas. Then, I drove.