Invisible
Chapter Ten
*Jack's POV*
I smashed the door down and ran into the bathroom, seeing Emma lying on the ground. There was a nearly empty pill bottle on the floor. Both her wrists had deep cuts in them, vertically this time. I felt the tears spring into my eyes. I ran to her side.
"Emma... Emma, please no..."
"Goodbye, Jack," she choked out, then her eyes closed.
I jolted awake, in the chair next to Emma's hospital bed where I had fallen asleep. It had been a month since I had found Emma on the bathroom floor that afternoon. They said if I hadn't called 911 when I did, she'd be dead. But that's basically what she is now, right? In a fucking coma. Because I hadn't been there early enough to stop it.
I stood up angrily an began to pace. Again. I haven't left the hospital since that day. I refused to. It was summertime now. School had gotten out about a week ago.
I pulled out the crumpled little note from my pocket that I had found in the bathroom when the ambulance took Emma away.
Jack,
I'm not addressing this to anyone else because I know they don't care. This is only for you Jack. You're the only one that's ever cared, and I feel like I've known you forever, even though its only been a little over a semester and a half.
I want you to know, Jack, that this isn't a sudden thing. I have been debating this for years. I just don't believe my life is worth living. My dad obviously doesn't want me around, not that that's an issue anymore, considering he left me, bloodied and broken.
At this point I had tears were running down my face. I have cried so much in this last month it's unbelievable.
My mother also left me, as soon as I could walk again and feed myself. But this isn't about me, as I am hopefully in some far away place with no more worries.
This is about you.
I want you to know that I care about you, Jack. I want you to continue with your band and live your dream. I want you to jump around on stage with your guitar and tell dick jokes.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to forget about me, Jack.
"Mr. Barakat?"
I wiped my eyes and shoved the small letter into my pocket. I then looked up at the nurse that had called my name.
"What?" I spat, my voice cracking from lack of sleep and from crying.
She looked taken aback that I had snapped.
"I-I'm sorry," I said, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "What do you want?" I asked in a softer tone, looking at her again.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, Mr. Barakat."
I sighed and sat back down in the chair next to Emma. I looked at her sadly for a moment, all wrapped up in wires and tubes, then turned my attention back to the nurse. "Go ahead," I said.
"Well," she started. "We have been observing Emma for some time now–"
"Twenty-nine days and thirteen hours," I interrupted.
"Er, yes. And we have noticed she has exceptionally high brain activity for someone who is seemingly unresponsive. We have a few theories on why that may be, but the most likely is that she has created an alternate reality in her mind."
I stared at the nurse. "Alternate reality?" I repeated.
"Yes. And she could have no recollection of these recent events in her alternate reality. It could be anything. She could not even know who you are or who she is in this pace she created. Something in her mind needs to trigger her into remembering our reality, and that could also result in her waking up." I perked in my seat. "Now, Mr. Barakat, I'm not saying she is going to wake up, but she might. We have never seen anything like this in coma patients before. Because of this, we will keep her on life support longer than we usually do for patients of her status."
"And how long would that have been?" I asked.
"We would have unplugged her tomorrow." My heart stopped at the thought. The nurse left, presumably having told me everything she needed to.
I looked down at Emma, wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
I smashed the door down and ran into the bathroom, seeing Emma lying on the ground. There was a nearly empty pill bottle on the floor. Both her wrists had deep cuts in them, vertically this time. I felt the tears spring into my eyes. I ran to her side.
"Emma... Emma, please no..."
"Goodbye, Jack," she choked out, then her eyes closed.
I jolted awake, in the chair next to Emma's hospital bed where I had fallen asleep. It had been a month since I had found Emma on the bathroom floor that afternoon. They said if I hadn't called 911 when I did, she'd be dead. But that's basically what she is now, right? In a fucking coma. Because I hadn't been there early enough to stop it.
I stood up angrily an began to pace. Again. I haven't left the hospital since that day. I refused to. It was summertime now. School had gotten out about a week ago.
I pulled out the crumpled little note from my pocket that I had found in the bathroom when the ambulance took Emma away.
Jack,
I'm not addressing this to anyone else because I know they don't care. This is only for you Jack. You're the only one that's ever cared, and I feel like I've known you forever, even though its only been a little over a semester and a half.
I want you to know, Jack, that this isn't a sudden thing. I have been debating this for years. I just don't believe my life is worth living. My dad obviously doesn't want me around, not that that's an issue anymore, considering he left me, bloodied and broken.
At this point I had tears were running down my face. I have cried so much in this last month it's unbelievable.
My mother also left me, as soon as I could walk again and feed myself. But this isn't about me, as I am hopefully in some far away place with no more worries.
This is about you.
I want you to know that I care about you, Jack. I want you to continue with your band and live your dream. I want you to jump around on stage with your guitar and tell dick jokes.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to forget about me, Jack.
"Mr. Barakat?"
I wiped my eyes and shoved the small letter into my pocket. I then looked up at the nurse that had called my name.
"What?" I spat, my voice cracking from lack of sleep and from crying.
She looked taken aback that I had snapped.
"I-I'm sorry," I said, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "What do you want?" I asked in a softer tone, looking at her again.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, Mr. Barakat."
I sighed and sat back down in the chair next to Emma. I looked at her sadly for a moment, all wrapped up in wires and tubes, then turned my attention back to the nurse. "Go ahead," I said.
"Well," she started. "We have been observing Emma for some time now–"
"Twenty-nine days and thirteen hours," I interrupted.
"Er, yes. And we have noticed she has exceptionally high brain activity for someone who is seemingly unresponsive. We have a few theories on why that may be, but the most likely is that she has created an alternate reality in her mind."
I stared at the nurse. "Alternate reality?" I repeated.
"Yes. And she could have no recollection of these recent events in her alternate reality. It could be anything. She could not even know who you are or who she is in this pace she created. Something in her mind needs to trigger her into remembering our reality, and that could also result in her waking up." I perked in my seat. "Now, Mr. Barakat, I'm not saying she is going to wake up, but she might. We have never seen anything like this in coma patients before. Because of this, we will keep her on life support longer than we usually do for patients of her status."
"And how long would that have been?" I asked.
"We would have unplugged her tomorrow." My heart stopped at the thought. The nurse left, presumably having told me everything she needed to.
I looked down at Emma, wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
Notes
SERIOUSLY, DON'T KILL ME. I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.LOL no I don't this is my first fanfic ever. But I know where I'm going in this story, don't worry. I'm not just pulling crap out of my ass as I go along, I have it all planned out. *evil laugh*
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@Jagk Skellington
Aw, well staying clean is hard to do, & I'm still proud of you even if it's only four days! If you were strong enough to last that long, then you could do it again c: & It's okay, I like what you've started so far on the sequel! <3
9/28/14