Its Christmas Eve.
And he hasnt woken up. I was worried he would be in acoma. I had brought all his gifts to his room and I set them up nicely so that just incase he wakes up he will see presents. I sighed . But suddenly a doctor walked in and jumped back when he saw me.
" Oh sorry , we were checking up on him ." I nodded and moved out of his way .
" Umm .. is he , umm.. Ya know . "
" Its safe to say that he is and we are unsure of how long but these usally last for a Month to a year."
" I - oh ..." I said. He nodded and patted my shoulder . I sighed and I sat back down . Well at least now I can come at a certain time and not worry about him waking up anytime soon.
" sorry was he your bestfriend ?"
" I - yeah , A best friend .." I said . I didnt know what he was but i am sure to find out by the time he wakes up . But I have to go to school, oh my god .. I need to get home for family time.
MICHEALS POV
I didn't get up. I stayed in bed... I didn't deserve to be with my family. No not at all.
I heard my door open but I didn't turn to see who it was .
"Merry Christmas , Michael ." my dad said. I stayed there biting my tounge.
" I'm sorry son." Then suddenly a needle was injected into my arm u jolted at the sudden pain. But I didn't say anything. But suddenly I felt my head turn abit fuzzy ad my nerves calm down. After my dad left I sat up in bed and walked to the mirrior. My step didn't have its usual bounce today I was slow... And .. Just .... Slow... I guess what ever meds were in that needle are suppose to vcalm me down.
I walked down stairs to see my mom and dad sitting together hugging , and having not touched any of the gifts. I sighed and cleared my throat.
They turned quickly to look at me. I was suddenly caught in my words. I was unusually calm. Right now I should be louder and more angry but I didn't find the mental energy to do it.
" I'm sorry about yesterday. " I said standing there feeling quite different.
" No problem... Come open your gifts honey." I slowly made my way over and sat down. I hated being so calm because the inside of me was going a million miles an hour. Then be and my family had opened gifts.
WEEK LATER MONDAY CHRIS POV
I had woren a new shirt and new pants. I should have felt like new but I didn't . I felt washed out bleached and now I'm staining. I walked in the halls with no purpose. With no direction of how to feel and where to go. I just kept walking passing my so called friends and went to my locker and sat down in front of it.
" gross why are you sitting on the floor?" One said.
"Tired." I smiled half heartedly.
"Arnt those new though?"
" yeah I guess.." I said staring at the floor because I was to lazy to do anything more .
" what ever . " they said and walked away. I shook my head in shame knowing I use to be one of them. I should be ashamed.
" hey.." A small voice said behind me . I turned around to see Mike looking at me with red puffy eyes and a small body frame. He looked defeated and put down than he usually does. He seemed... Calm..
" Are you on narcotics?!" I said. He frowned and looked down .
" No , meds..." He said quietly. I was not use to this type of Mike. I'm use to his hyper , high strung attitude..
" oh .. You seem different ."
" yeah I guess." He said sitting next to me.
" I'm sorry ... But can you be happy and hyper ? " I said awkwardly. He smiled next to me.
" I am happy , maybe not hyper." He said . " wait ... I'm hyper?" He said? I nodded.
" you are normally lets go go go and now your just ... Go ..... Go.... And .... Go... Slower ." I said . he shrugged and remained silent.
" Um... I'm sorry ... When I hit you .. I wasn't really ... All there ." he said. I nodded and smiled .
" its fine , just don't bash my friends ." he frowned but said nothing. And then he sighed.
" Sorry for that to." He gritted. Even though it was forced I accepted it. I knew it wasn't going to get any better than that.
" I accept that ." I smiled. He smiled and nodded.
I got ready for another shitty day at school and practice.
I guess I can do this.. I did it with out Liam before ... I can do it again..?
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Easy Life And The Hard Life
Teen FictionI'm 16 I have shaggy brown hair with green gray eyes 5'4 freakles 95 lbs I live by myself ... no one knows my parents left me I have to work long hours and days for clothes beg for food and really often I'm running from the police from steali...