Stepbrother- A Why Don't We Imagine [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 17

My body is basically lifeless. I can't move a single muscle. But I can hear. The mysterious secret admirer comes into the room I'm currently in everyday. They tell me how school went, how much they missed me, and to try and wake up right now.

But I can't. And I don't know why. Why? Why can't I just magically wake up?

"Because you're afraid of something"

That voice sounds very familiar.

I'm in a room, it's bright and white with nothing in it. I look around to see if anyone was also in here. I swear I thought I heard someone.

"You did"

I instantly turn around and I'm faced with someone I never thought I'd see again.

Mom.

Tears slowly fall down my cheeks.

"What are you doing here? Am I in heaven?", she chuckles. Man did I miss her smile and laugh.

"This is not heaven y/n. Think of it more like in between. You're not dead, but you aren't alive either".

"Why am I here? Why can't I wake up?".

"Because you're afraid honey".

"Afraid? Afraid of what?".

"You're afraid that when you wake up you won't love Daniel anymore".

What? Is she right? Am I afraid that I'll love this mysterious secret admirer instead?

"Yes".

"Okay you need to stop doing that", we both laugh. "I miss you mom".

"I miss you too honey. You don't need to be afraid, okay?", she grabs my face and I nod.

"I love you mom".

"I love you too sweetheart", she gives me a long warm hug.

When we get out of the hug she disappears.

This. This was my proper goodbye to my mother.

Suddenly I feel my fingers start to move, then my toes, and then my mouth. My eyes slowly start to flutter open, adjusting to the light. Once their finally open I see my dad holding my hand. (No he is not the mysterious secret admirer, you sickos!)

"D-Dad?", I call out. He slowly looks up at me.
"Oh thank god", he wraps his arms around me and tears start falling down both our faces.
"I missed you", I say with a little laugh. He smiles back, "I'm so glad you're back!".

I heard someone cough and I look to the left of the room. It was the guys. They all slowly come over to me and hug me.

Daniel is the last to come up to me.

"Picnic at the park by the lake", I said.
"What?", he asked with so much confusion.
"That was our first date", I said with a smile. Then he kisses me on the lips. This kiss wasn't like the other ones we had shared, this one had so many feelings to it. And honestly it felt like fireworks were going off on my head.

"Ahem", we stop and look at everyone starting at us except for one.

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The hospital was finally letting me go home a couple days after I woke up. I was so excited to finally be in my own bed. I feel like I was gone for years.

"Wait, how long was I in a coma for?"
"About 2 weeks", Corbyn says.

2 weeks?! I was in a coma for 2 weeks?

We finally arrived to the house and we all were getting out of the car. As I was getting out, Jonah was helping me out of the car. I mean I appreciate that he cares but he acts like I'm gonna break.

"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure I can get out of the car by myself all fine and all", I say as we slowly walk away from the car.
"Just helping", he said with a smile.

I go to open the door but before I could put my hand on the doorknob Zach was already opening it. I just rolled my eyes. I walk into the house. Ah, home sweet home.

"I'm hungry. I'm gonna go get a snack", I say starting to walk to the kitchen but after 1 step I get stopped.
"I'll make you something. What do you want?", Daniel asks.
"What I want is to get myself something to eat", I reply sternly.
"No, you need all the rest you can get right now", Zach insists.
"No, what I need is a snack", I say walking into the kitchen.

I look around for anything to eat. I see a pop tart. Mmmm pop tart! What? I like pop tarts okay? You got a problem with that Carol? Wait who is Carol? Anyways...

I pop the pop tart into the toaster and wait for it. I look over and see the guys staring at me with caution as if I'm literally made of glass and about to fall off the counter or something.

I'm not broken. I'm not.

After a couple long minutes my pop tart comes popping out of the toaster. I take it and go to the living room with the boys right on my tail.

This is going to be a long week.