Remember Me |Merome| [ABANDONED]

Chapter One

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Mitch's eyes slowly blinked open, and he was blinded by bright sunlight streaming in the window. He sat up and looked at the clock. He gave his eyes a second to focus on the flashing red numbers, they read 8:00, a full hour past when he was supposed to be awake for work. Mitch's eyes widened in surprise and he jumped out of bed and stretched, trying to shake off some of the sleepiness that dragged him down. He quickly pulled on a shirt and pants, then ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth and attempt to brush his wild hair. He deemed his appearance good enough to be seen in public, and hurried to the kitchen.

A faint sound was coming from his bag on the counter, it was his phone. Mitch searched in his bag for the iPhone and saw that his best friend Jerome was calling. He pressed the answer button as he opened the fridge, hoping for at least a quick snack before he left.

"Hey G, what's up?" the man on the other end of the phone asked cheerfully.

"Well, I'm late for work for one..."

"Didn't you just get that job dude?"

"Yeah. And it doesn't look like I'll be keeping it."

"How did you end up being late anyway?"

Mitch popped a waffle In the toaster and turned to search through a pile of papers and various items on the counter, trying to find his keys.

"My alarm must have broke or something! I set it to go off at 7:00 so I would have time to get ready and get to work a little early, but I didn't wake up until 8:00."

"Aw that really sucks Biggums. I hope you don't lose your job."

"Yeah same here." Mitch grabbed his car keys out from underneath an envelope and grabbed his waffle as it popped up, shoving it in his mouth and running down the stairs.

"Okay, I don't want to make you even more late so I'll let you go. We still on for tonight though?"

"Yeah of course! I'll meet you at the bar. If I lose my job, I'll need some cheering up anyway. See you then Biggums, bye!"

"bye!" Jerome hung up and Mitch ran out to his car. He quickly started it and pulled out of the driveway, nervously heading to work.

God, what am I gonna tell my boss? He wondered. She won't be happy that I'm an hour late. I'll for sure be fired, and I just got the job too! It wasn't a terribly glamorous job-he was just a cashier at a local supermarket- but it had been hard to find a job lately. He was so busy worrying about what would happen when he got to work, that he wasn't paying attention to the road.

Further up the road, a beat up rusty white truck swerved along the highway. The man driving was terribly hungover from a night of heavy drinking. He swerved along, cursing under his breath and rubbing his face. The entire vehicle stank of alcohol.

Mitch realized he was spacing out and quickly turned his attention back to the road. It was too late however, for he looked up just in time to see a large truck hurtling towards him. He screamed, knowing that there was no time to swerve out of the way. He felt the impact crumple the car, pinning him under the constricting metal. his head was thrown forcefully back against his seat and his vision went black.

Jerome sat at the kitchen table, eating some eggs and bacon and sipping a cup of coffee. He scrolled through Twitter, checking to see what was up in the world. About an hour ago he had called Mitch to see what he was doing, but Mitch had to get to work and couldn't talk long. So Jerome had pretty much nothing to do. For now anyway. Tonight he was meeting up with Mitch at their favorite bar, since it was Friday.

He heard him phone ringing from his bedroom, and hurried in to check it. It was Mitch.

"Hey Biggums! So what happened with your job?"

"Mr Aceti?" A woman's voice he'd never heard before said.

"Um, yes? Who is this?"

"My name is Charlotte, I'm calling from Saint Peter's Hospital. Do you know a Mr. Mitchell Hughes?"

Jerome's heart sank to his stomach. A hospital? what had happened to Mitch?

"Y-yes. He's my best friend." He managed to stutter out.

The woman's voice was sympathetic. "Mitchell was in a car wreck and is currently in a coma. You were the first contact in his phone, and the last person he talked to. I thought I would notify you of what had happened."

Jerome was in shock. Mitch was in a coma? No that can't be right. He just talked to him and everything was fine. He sat down on the bed, speechless. Mitch was in a coma. The words echoed in his head over and over.