Chapter Nineteen
*Claire*
"Don't. I can skateboard over there." I argued with Tony. He finally have in. "Fine. Be careful." He sighed and hung up.
I smiled to myself and grabbed all my skating gear.
I began skating to Tony's when I heard a car honk. I turned and screamed. The car came barrelling towards me. My whole life flashed before my eyes. Then everything went black.
*Tony*
"Claire Beaumont." I told the lady at the reception desk of the hospital.
She told me where Claire's room was and I ran to it.
Then the doctor told me what happened. "A car hit her while she was skating. She has been bleeding internally but she will make it."
I thanked the doctor and walked into her room. She looked so weak and fragile, hook ed up to all their machines.
I walked over to her and began to cry. 'Why is it always the good people?'
Jaime, Vic, Mike, And Jessica all showed up outside. I quickly wiped my tears and walked out to them.
"What happened?" Vic asked.
I told them what the doctor said.
Then Vic lungged at me. "This is all your fault! If she didn't want to go to your house, she'd be fine! If we were still together, she wouldn't be here!"
"You're the one who messed up! You're the one who was messing around Jennifer! No one told you to do that!" I yelled. "Your responsible for your own actions!"
"Guys calm down! Claire is in the hospital! Stop being so selfish!" Jessica scolded us and went into Claire's room.
It is your fault, Tony. A voice in my head said. She was better off with Vic.
"Shut up!" I yelled causing everyone to look at me. I sunk into a chair and began to cry even more.
*Vic*
"Hey Claire, I know you can't hear me but, I need to talk to you. So the doctor left out a huge part of the story, he didn't want to tell Tony because he knew he'd freak.
So. The doctor told me that.... you're going to be in a coma for a few months. That's going to be a long time for all of us. Please come back to us. I know we'd all want to die if you didn't come back so please do."
I said and walked out to a crying Tony. Even though we had that fight, he is still my friend.
I walked up to him and patted his back. "She's going to be fine she is strong. She'll pull through." Trying to convince both of us.
*2 Weeks Later*
"Hey Claire. It's been two weeks that you've been in here. You can pull through. I know it! So, um.... I wrote you a song. It's about our break up.
It's called Wonderless. Here it goes:
I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there 'cause I'm wonderless why the best can't make it in Hollywood
No more. It's like a long drag taken before the smoke hits the white sky
(Like the birds at night) And it's fake just like the movies. Oh yeah.
And I can't wait just to see you again and you're two faces locked on mine
Had the worst time chasing the thought away. No hope (oh no home)
Because maybe I'm a fake
Maybe your to blame
Maybe I'm a Star (stumbling drunk light) My mistakes I made won't large me. Oh no.
And if you don't find me on the front page
Find a way to say that you saw me
And if you don't find me in a movie
Find a way to say that you knew me
And if you don't find me on the front page
(You and I got lost along the way)
Find a way to say that you saw me
(But this will end some day some way)
And if you don't find me at all
Then I won't care
(Oh, yeah)
If I could find a place for the holiday
Maybe I would call
You're a payphone away
From the mess that I've become
I'm destroying what I love.
I set my guitar back in it's case and walked out.
"Finally." Tony mumbled and walked in, bumping my shoulder in the process.
*Tony*
"Claire. Please wake up. I'm won't be able to go on without you. Just please." I said. Finishing my rant, I began to walk around the room. I turned my back to Claire and broke down.
"Tony. Don't cry." I turned around and Claire was awake "Claire! Claire you're awake. You had us all so worried. I love you. Never leave me!" I said and gave her a hug and a kiss.
"Guys! Claire is awake!" I yelled.
They all got up from their chairs and ran into the room.
"Tony.... she's not awake." Jessica said. My smile faded and I looked at the bed. Claire was there looking lifeless. I was hallucinating?
