Misery Continued... Chapter 3

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As my life went on I struggled to go on with 4-5 hours a sleep a night. Of course I am basically in hospital care because of how this accident hit me. They say I'm in as bad of condition as Austin just in a different way. Great! Just what I need stupid, untrue jokes to try and liven up the hopeless, endless depression. I also have lost a lot of weight because I have not stopped crying. Therefore, throwing up happens but eating does not. Especially, when I hear news about him so I am under constant super vision of nurses and doctors when they have any time to spare on me. They also have assigned me someone her name is Dr. Shellburn. I also haven't brought myself to see him at all and it's been 2 weeks! I can't stand not seeing him. So... Today I am. It is 1:57... Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. 1:58 and they said I can go in early.
AUSTIN RICHARDS......... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I ran in. OMG. He looked horrible but gorgeous, I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. I walk over and kiss his hand. I said "Please. I love you and I need you to wake up." Two hours later he still wasn't showing any signs of waking up or anything! What. Will . I. Do. But then......... He moved his arm from his side to his chest then back. Why? How? Does my misery end here? Questions swirling around my head.
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