His Ocean Blue Eyes

♔Chapter Eleven

I've been out for a week, I've been out of these dreams for a week. A fucking week was all it took for them to kick me out with having nowhere to go. I still knew nothing about myself, except the obvious things.

I learnt pretty soon that my name was Sam, and that the ocean-blue eyed boy was named Liam. Turns out he was my best friend and we use to have nicknames for each other; which I had come to know were Lyric and Zero.

I was upset that I didn't know the meaning behind the names, because they were now to me, just that. Names. To Liam, they were actually something meaningful and he had told me several times the reason behind them, but I didn't get the grasp on it, mostly because I would space out when he would talk to me, remembering my dreams.

Apparently, I was the only known patient that had gotten out of a coma and remembered what happened during it. I could tell every single detail, every one.

I had been told that I was nineteen, though I remembered being seventeen. However, I still didn't know why I was in a coma, nobody would tell me. Instead they would just say that it was better if I didn't know.

Liam had tried several times since I had woken up to bring me places, trying to regain my memory, but I vaguely remembered him being told there was a possibility of it never coming back.

I gave no effort to get it back though, because everything brought me back to those dreams, and I wished I remembered none of it.

I'd caught myself staring at Liam many times, wishing that the dreams could somehow be real, that he would somehow turn to me and just kiss me. But he had his girlfriend.

I had learned that her name was, oddly enough, Marilyn, and that I use to know her. But all I remembered was her short time in my dreams and I wondered if she'd been in the hospital when I was in my coma, maybe giving me the reason to have her in my dreams.

Many nights I had stayed up, wondering what to do with my dreams, but I couldn't think of anything, so I just wrote them down. Several times. In several journals.

My parents had come by the day after I had woken up, hoping to be able to take me home, but I didn't remember them. I only remembered my sister, my sister that I didn't get to save in my dreams, or in real life.

I had been told that she was murdered by her boyfriend after he figured out she was pregnant, and rage was about the first emotion I had felt since the shock of the coma.

I had asked the name of her boyfriend, and it had been that same dreadful name. Ottoman.

My parents couldn't take me home the day I had gotten out, however. Liam ended up having to take me to his apartment that he shared with his girlfriend, who was, in my opinion, overly excited to see me.

"I thought you were never going to wake up," she had told me. I had hugged her back, in pity since I had no idea who the real Mary was.

The first night, I had done nothing but hide away in the room given to me, snuggled up into the comforter that had laid across the mattress.

"Maybe you should go socialize," Liam had told me after the second night of being in the room, but this time, I had began drawing. It had been anything from the cloaked mission givers to the map of the world I had made up within two years.

"We could go to a party," he had said the third night, and I had contemplated it before quickly disagreeing. I wanted back in my fantasy, where I got my happily ever after and my sister wasn't dead.

"How about we go see your sister's grave? She'd love a visit from you," was the suggestion for the fourth day. I had, begrudgingly, accepted this and piled into Liam's car.

The whole ride had been filled with me stealing glancing at him and out the window. This town wasn't mine anymore, I had been put into a coma but some means and wasted two years of my life away.

This wasn't my town and these people weren't my friends. They were people pitying me to the point of helping. My place was my dreams, where I had hidden for two years.

"It was a brutal sight, some weren't privileged enough to see it, but I'm glad for them," Liam had said once we looked upon the headstone, "they don't have that image imprinted in their head."

"I'd rather see that image a million times a day than be in a coma and not be able to help my sister," was my counter, staring at the headstone beside hers. "She lost herself and her baby," I spoke, bending down to rub my fingers over the little girl's tombstone.

"She was barely four months along," Liam spoke, bending down beside me. "I remember her telling Mary and me about it, being all excited about you getting to see her once you woke up."

"That just makes it worse," I had mumbled to myself, staring at the place that should've been empty. The place that shouldn't contain the corpse of my sister and niece.

"Ottoman got a lifetime in jail," Liam had told me, trying to make it better, "I never thought it was enough." I shook my head at his words, standing up fully again beside him.

"I would rather him be tortured everyday of his life than easily get out by the means of death," I replied, speaking my thoughts as he looked over at me.

"You still act the same even though you don't know what the same is," he informed me, laughing as I looked at him. At that moment, a smile had appeared on my face before we began home.

"Mary is going to town today," Liam had told me within the second week of me living with them. "Do you need anything?" He'd asked. I had shook my head, getting off of the bed and walking towards the living room to go to the couch.

Liam joined me, turning on a movie as he spoke, talking about his plans to marry Mary. I had listened to every painful word.

"Tonight's the night," he told me, two months after I had officially moved in with them, under Mary's request. I had gotten most of my memory back, though the rest was still clouded by the dreams I still constantly thought of.

"He proposed, Sam! He did it!" Marilyn jumped up and down, hugging me as she had makeup running down her face. I smiled at her, congratulating her before she grabbed her phone, dialling a number.

"I can't believe it's your wedding day," I listened to people speak to Liam as I stood beside him, stuck in a tuxedo like he was. "It's been far too long since I've seen you, and now you're getting married."

I watched as everybody danced after the reception. Everyone except me, keeping myself planted in a seat. I watched as Liam and Mary kissed each other, pulling away smiling like nothing could hold them back.

I still caught glances of his ocean-blue eyes, and I remembered that kiss in my dreams, the kiss I had wished for but now knew I would never get.

"Lyric!" I looked over my shoulder as a man approached me, my mind seeming to easily relax easier with that name. The name I had been called so many times before and had become use to.

"Zero's finally married, how does it feel?" The man asked and I soon recognized him as Cody, an old friend of mine and Liam's. I remembered us having a nickname for him also, but not remembering what it was.

"Like I've been stabbed," I mumbled to myself, earning a 'hm' from Cody before I shook my head. "Nothing, I'm happy for him."

"You don't seem too happy," he said, holding his hand out to me, "come on." I looked at his hand, hesitating before I had placed mine in it, allowing him to pull me up from my chair.

"I've got a secret place everywhere, we can hide out," he told me, dragging me through the door as Liam was distracted. I glanced behind once before I took my steps for myself, not allowing myself to be dragged along anymore.

I was led into an abandoned room, Cody letting my hand drop as he walked to a table, sliding himself onto the surface. I walking over, standing in front of him.

His golden eyes followed my movements as I looked up at him, an eyebrow raised in question about why we were here.

"I'm so glad you have woken up," he said, looking down at me from his perch, still seeming to be much taller though I was standing and he sitting.

I didn't get much of a word in as he leant over, pressing his lips to mine.