Fizzled out

Chapter 11

Chapter eleven

I know everyone has bad days but when you've been put on bed rest for two weeks it doesn't exactly help it either. I expected to wake up late afternoon and laze around for the rest of the day watching reality tv and eating junk. What I didn't expect was too wake up tagged in a post on Facebook that may or may not be the reason I'm in my bedroom under the covers lying in the dark my tear stained face resting against my pillow my whole body shaking. I know the doctor said my emotions would be weird but this has a reason behind it. 
The day of my coma at the mall I opened up a lot to those three girls I used to call friends I told them about my friends my Grandma my family, pretty much everything. I now know I shouldn't have but I needed to give them a reason to trust me, When I really should have been asking myself why I was trusting them myself. One of the things I told them was about my mum and how she left me and dad for her new boyfriend as it was true and didn't seem bad to tell them well now I regret that one heck of a lot. After reading this when I logged onto Facebook. "Sydney Brown used to be my friend. She is a lovely girl. Well that's what I thought.... until I found out this." she continues to write about how I 'broke my parents up' and that my coma was 'all for attention' and actually a fake act that I put on to get attention. She goes on to call me multiple names that shouldn't be said. I know this sounds like something out of a mean girls book, that's what I thought at first but how can I just ignore something like that. I know it all sounds so unbelievable and it's not true but people will think it is won't they?
I hadn't dared to take another look but now it was killing me. I opened the app on my phone and gasped in surprise as I saw the comments on it. Some of them were as expected but one of them in particular really caught my eye with the oh so familiar name of Daniel Whittaker. 
"Do you even know Sydney? Because you obviously don't if you think even one of these things are true. Sydney is the most beautiful honest girl I've ever known. Sure she's feisty and a bit sarcastic at times but that's just her and if you don't like it then you can leave. To even think to post something this hurtful  you must be on drugs because I don't see a reason in a million years why to hurt this girl. Get a life Ashleigh."
The comment had more likes then the post had even got.
My eyes welled with tears and I clasped my hand over my mouth to stop the gasping sobs breaking out. Never in my life had someone cared about me that much to go against the crowd and say something to defend me.

An hour later there was a knock at my front door. I slowly slumped down the stairs to open it as no one was home. As I opened the door I couldn't help not let a small tear slip down my face as I enveloped the boy in front of me in a hug. He held me close and put his lips to my forehead and kissed it softly. I nestled my face into his warm chest and smiled to myself at the rush of butterflies that came when he kissed me. I finally let him go and invited him inside. I offered him a drink until he insisted I sit down while he rustled around in the kitchen. It was 1.00pm on a Monday and Daniel should be at school. "yes, to answer your question I should be at school, but a good friend needed cheering up and that beats chemistry any day," Daniel spoke reading my mind. I smirked as I lay down on the couch in our living room snuggled up in a fluffy white blanket watching the rain start to pour in the Autumn air. Daniel finished up in the kitchen and came over delivering me a cup of steaming hot chocolate as he moved my legs to lay them on top of his lap as he sat down. I opened up Netflix and played frozen from the tv. I sipped my hot chocolate and watched Daniel's unimpressed look at my choice of movie yet he didn't argue about it. I have to say Daniel wasn't turning out to be that bad of a friend if anything maybe one of the better ones I've ever had.

After Daniel went home I fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake until Dad came home and made up a big dish of home made macaroni and cheese. Briana had been away for the past couple days on a trip to see her daughter at college. It was nice just having me and dad at home again. 
After stuffing myself full with as much macaroni and cheese as I could I pulled myself up the stairs and slipped back into bed. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and dialed Daniel's number. Listening to it ringing until it picked up. "Thanks for today Daniel," I spoke into the phone. 
"Anytime Sydney, anytime,"
silence.
"Goodnight Sydney,"
"Goodnight Daniel,"

I love you.

But that's something I could never admit to anyone not even myself.