Wounded Not Defeated

16: Fran

"Well she almost committed suicide, and she is now in a coma. So thank you for your kindness and have a wonderful night." She said quite bitterly,

"Okay, I'm sorry, I hope she comes out of it."

"Me too."

"Alright take care,"

"Yup. Bye."

Click!

If she's in a coma, how the hell can I see her? Is she going to die or close to death?

"Hey, why the confused face?"

"Oh nothing, I got a new friend."I said with a fake smile and then quickly changed back to my confused face.

"Ohhhh. That type of friend, so what is it?"

"A girl. In my grade. But what's confusing me is how I can see her."

"What do you mean? Obviously you can see her."

"She's in a coma, Leon. A coma."

"Oh. Wait, how does that work?"

"Does that explain my confused face?"

"Yes. But how can you see her?"

"I don't know!"

"Hmm."

"What?"

"I wonder if I can see her?" He said hopeful,

"She not interested." I said rolling my eyes. He scowled, "How do you know that?" He asked crossing his arms.

"Because I do." I assured him.

"Fine." I threw a pillow at him. He threw it back, "Have you seen Roman lately?"

"No actually," I realized I haven't seen him in a couple weeks,

"He's a wreck." He said looking down and shaking his head.

"Why? What happened?"

All of the sudden my door opens, Leon disappears, and I look like I was just talking to myself.

"Who are you talking to, babe?"

"Um.. My grandma!" I said remembering I still had the house phone in my hand.

"I'll just be a second, I just have to say bye and put it on the charger. Make yourself at home. After all this is until your mom lets you come back." I smile and hold the phone up to my ear,

"Yup, okay Grandma, I think I'm going to let you go, yea, I have tons of homework." I hurry down the stairs and put on the charger.

"He doesn't like you having a boyfriend."

"Well I have to move on." I say sternly to Leon and walk upstairs to my boyfriend. I walk in to see him laying down in my bed watching something on his iPod. When he sees me, he locks it, puts it on my side table, and moves over so I can lay with him.

"So what did your grandma want or need?" Blaze asked as I sat next to him,

"Nothing as usual, she wanted to see how I was doing."

"Oh."

"So how was work?"

"You mean working at the best known world-wide McDonald's? Oh joyful and greasy." He said with sarcasm,

"Speaking of greasy, get the hell of my bed with your work clothes on!" I said smacking his leg, and he whines,

"That means I have to get up."