A Month? It's only the twelfth. We were attacked yesterday. The thought just kept running through my mind. It couldn't have been that long. I tried to sit up but was still having a bit of trouble. Everything was so... confusing. I looked back at Tom, then I looked at the ceiling. "Wha... when... how?" that was coherent.
"You slipped into a coma. You were in a car accident. You were pulling out of the parking lot at Johnny's dorm, and a truck hit you. But everything's fine now. Calm down. What happened with Johnny?" He seemed almost as confused as I was.
"The son of a bitch didn't tell you? He cheated on me. He was with a woman when I got there." I started to cry. This was way too much. I looked back at Tom to see a stunned look on his face.
Well, that's what's been happening in my Life. I woke up from my Coma 3 weeks ago. I've managed to avoid the son of a bitch since then. I still work at the book store, but sorta have to take it easy for a while. I get headaches, but the doctor said I might for a little while. I was really amazed that I escaped without any other serious injuries. I've come out to all my friends, and plan to tell my family soon. If ever there was a time I wanted to escape the world, it's right now. I still cry myself to sleep with the image of him and her in my mind. I had my dream, to only realize it was a nightmare.
If you ever happen to come across a photo in a magazine you can't help but clip out of a zine, you'll know exactly what I mean when I say this. Sometimes a person is nothing more than a picture they paint for you. When I looked at Johnny I saw a source of strength for myself, something I wanted to wrap myself in and just exist. But it was nothing more than his masquerade mask.
The End For Now.
Authors Note, Please Read: Hey everyone. Don't worry, I'm not done with the story yet. I have much more to say about these two. But I'm not gonna be posting for a while. I'm sorta having a huge thing happen in my life. I'm coming out. I've come out to my friends, and they are so great about it. I plan to tell my family soon, actually I've told some of them already. I hate to leave you all hanging, and hope you'll understand. I still want E-Mails, just to make sure you still care about Blake and Johnny, but if you hate me I'll understand.
See Yall Around.