Coma (Slowly Editing)

Day Two

A/N: It's 4.30 am and I have to be up in 3 hours and I am too tired to proofread this shit so I will do it when I'm more human. Please bear with the mistakes. 

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I woke up to the sound of laughter coming from somewhere in the apartment. My whole body ached as though I had been sleeping for a long time and my head was pounding like mad. I lay on the bed for a while, blinking blearily at the light streaming through my window. I just had the weirdest dream about Seymour getting into an accident and that I was the only person who could see his spirit. It had felt so real, especially the part where I'd gotten punch by his said spirit. I reached and felt around the region where he'd punch me. It felt raw and painful. Bloody hell...that must be some crazy-assed dream. I sat up with a groan and padded out of the room, towards the source of laughter.

I found Sophie and Tara in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen island across from John and Dad. Dad looked up as I came in, and his grinned widen.

"Ah, the sleeping beauty hath awakened!" he beamed.

"Why are you always so happy in the morning?" I grumbled as I sat down beside Tara. I grabbed a random glass of orange juice that was sitting on the countertop and downed it in one gulp.

"More."

"Say the magic word," John replied, holding the juice carton over his head. I scowled at him. I felt tired, my head hurts, and I was in no mood to play games with him.

"Don't be a bitch, John."

"Beep, beep! Wrong password. Please try again."

Sophie and Tara giggled, and I narrowed my eyes at them. Traitors.

"Be nice to your sister, John," Dad said. He reached over and refilled my glass. "You know you can't be mean to people who wake up looking like a homeless badgers."

"Daaaaaaaad!" I whined. "You're a bad father."

"Hey, I'm not the one who walked into a wall and gave myself a black eye."

I frowned at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Anna, have you looked into the mirror?" Sophie asked.

"No. Why?"

John sniggered. Tara raised an expectant brow.

"You should probably do it," she said.

"Fine," I said, and stomped over to the bathroom mirror. What the hell are they talking –

"FUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!"

"No swearing in the bathroom!" my dad yelled from the kitchen. I ran out of bathroom.

"FUUUUUUCCCCKKK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

"No swearing in the kitchen either!"

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY FACE?" I spun around towards John. "JOHN! DID YOU DO THIS?!"

"I wish," he answered. He shook his head regrettably. "Sadly, however, I cannot take credit for your inability to function as a human."

"Anna, do you really not remember?" Sophie asked.

"What?!" I snarled. "Remember what?"

"Friday night? At the hospital? You went to get Jen from Art Club a drink, remember? And then you said you accidently knock into a wall or something?"

I gaped at her. Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. "Wait, so that was really? I wasn't dreaming?"

"No..."