Cody left in a rush, turning away from her. His wide shoulders seemed to shake a little. Wait...Was he crying? Had her words hurt him that much?
Had she truly affected him so greatly? Had such an effect on his emotions? He didn't seem to be one who broke easily.
Thinking silently, she replayed prom night. What did she remember... Mark.. Wait no... What did she truly remember and what details had she created in her mind over the coming days?
Mark... Mark...
She started to cry a little herself then touched at her hair.. Her hair that fell exactly to her collarbones. Just like before. Had it not grown? Didn't hair grow while you were in a coma? Maybe they had cut it? Though it did seem perfectly fixed in curling locks.. This wasn't right.
A shaky breath escaped her lips as she looked at her 'hospital' attire. No scrubs. No gown. She was simply dressed in a black nightgown that fell to her thighs, trimmed in lace. This wasn't right.
"Cody?" She asked. "What is wrong with me? Where am I?" She started to sit up then moved to inspect the tubs only to have a pillow thrown over her face, smothering her.
Lauren screamed in shock and fear, though it was muffled. She started to see colored spots in the blackness. Then, with less and less air everything grew soft and fuzzy...
It seemed then that the pillow fell away and she watched Cody talking to... Mark?! Silently, she watched them speak before he left again. Then she was alone, drifting to sleep.
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Romance"Mark!" Lauren chirped into his house as she opened the door to let herself in. A eerie silence filled the house; the only sound being the clip-clop of her heals. Her white flowy gown trailed behind her as she walked through the halls. "Mark?" Lau...
