" What the f-" I whisper under my breath
" MADDS!" He yells clearly in shock and panic
But I am something not to panic about.
I am not something to be dwelled on.
I don't see how Ariel misses me, or wants me , or to plainly just be her friend.
I don't get it.
I don't see how some people want to be my friend, let alone care about me.
I am useless.
I take up space on this earth that doesn't need to be taken up.
I shouldn't be here.
I don't want to be here.
Alone, with him.
I try to crawl away, I fail. I start to panic, I don't want him here, coming closer to me.
I start to feel my tears, my own tears.
" no! Go! Get away, please!" I try to yell but all that comes out is a whisper.
" MADDS! HOLY SHIT!"
He takes his fingers and run them through his hair. He slowly bends down, looks at my wounds, and starts to call 9-1-1. I hear him cry, softly.
Ever so softly.
Why is he crying?
He doesn't care about me!
He didn't that night in the park!
Why now!
Why ever!
His hands shaking. I feel a ver very bad headache, the most horrible pain.
Ever.
I start to see nothing but black.
Nothing but black.
Everything's black.
Nothing white, just black.
Just black.
I am alone with my thoughts as they consume me.
Then I realize I can't wake up, no matter how hard I try.
Then the realization hits me, ......
I
Am
In
A
Coma.
A. Fucking. Coma.
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Sorry that I write so shortly. I am a very slow writer. I also am sorry that I don't publish a lot, I am very busy.
School.
Chores.
Drama.
Life.
You get the memo, right?
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Byeeeeee!
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RomanceYou liked a boy and he liked you. He regected you. Now our in the 12th grade you find out that he actually had a secret of his own and the thing is you love him, but he doesn't love you. Or does he?
