An American Scandal (Editing)

Chapter 23: High School Horror

Beep...beep...beep, that was the sound of the monitor. I heard the drop of the salt water liquid from the pouch that was hanging in the air fall into the tube and travel to my vein.

 "Sophia." I heard James call out. I slightly shifted on the bed toward the sound of the voice, which was toward my right.

"I know you are not in a comma so open your eyes." He said. I was trying but I couldn't. They were so heavy and dry. I felt him kiss my neck in my favorite spot. I could not help but moan. He chuckled and then did it again. I tried to raise my hand but it hurt so bad that I gave up that attempt.

He kissed my eyelids and then pulled them a bit open. I suppose he was trying to open my eyes. It was actually helping.

"It's been nearly a week Sophia come on I want to make out." He said. I don't know why that did it for me, but it did. I began to cough as I opened my eyes. He was leaning over me and laughing himself.

"So it is true what they say about human contact helping comma victims." He said pulling the oxygen pump mouth piece from my lips. I inhaled natural air and smiled.

"Hey baby." He smiled and then kissed me. I looked up at him as he pulled away his lips.

“You are still a horn ball after all of this.” I said and then he scooted next to me on my bed. I felt my throat ache as I talked.

“Remember we never finished what we started since your deranged mate, shot us.” He said sarcastically. I laughed and then turned to him a bit.  Nothing too much changed between us. We were still crazy teens in love and cracking jokes as if we did not just get shot and are center pieces in an attempted murder scene.

“You clearly know no pain.” I laughed and looked down at his gauzed stomach.

“Shattered ribs…won’t stop this.” He said and I laughed. He began to kiss me and I kissed him back. Our IV’s were getting tangled but it still felt great. To have him in my arms after all this time, to know that we made it through the worst, was definitely something to rejoice about.

“Horror at Edgar Evers High School for Technology and Arts, a private school for the rich and affluent children of NYC’s elite is the center of a national scandal that has shook the airways more than Columbine.” The news commenter began. I pulled my lips away from James and looked at the television.

“How long has this being going on for?” I asked James and he laughed. I was questioning the sensational news that they were giving to the world about the events that occured at our school. The media was so annoying sometimes. This was not a story worth talking about. It was one to loathe.

“I suppose since we been in here.” He said. “I haven’t been listening to that crap.”

“3 students are listed in critical condition, 2 of which are the children of affluent Suriname Ambassador, Chester McKenzie and Aruba’s Diplomat, Charles Hastings. At least 2 students remain at the copse of the legal dispute, leaving a very orchestrated sex tape in the public. Although, measures seemed to have been taken to censure the content, we still have a portion that you can see here.”