I'm Unbroken. ~(Sequel to I'm Not Leaving)

Chapter 4.

"-So, Britt. How long has she been in the coma now?" My mother asked as I sat down at the dinner table, scoffing lasagna with them. They hadn't really asked me much about Santana, and have only been in once to visit her. I guess, the hospital isn't the nicest place to hang out, and they probably don't want to make me any more distraught than I already am.

"A month now." I spoke, softly as I put another fork full of mince in my mouth. They both looked down to their plates, and ate as the room fell silent. "Do you-" I put my fork down and looked up. "Do you think she will wake up?"

Mom looked to dad, then they both looked back to me. "I- we don't know. It is hard to say. I think it is all up to her and what she wants. If she wants to wake up, then she will."

What if she doesn't?

What if we are all wasting our time praying for her to wake up, when she doesn't really want to. What if, where she is, she is happier than she is here?

I picked my plate up, which contained a half eaten meal, and took it to the kitchen sink where I placed it down, then walked back to the kitchen and emptied my glass of water. "I am going to go back home now." I spoke slowly.

"Okay dear, we will stop by later in the week to bring some baking." Mom smiled. I nodded, then grabbed my bag and phone and headed out the door to the bus stop, where the bus was already waiting. I climbed on after handing over what was left of the change in my pocket, then sat down near the front and enjoyed the peaceful trip across town.

Once I arrived home, I could see through the window that Santanas family and Cass were lounging on the couches watching a cartoon on TV. Part of me wanted to stand there for a while longer and take in what I could be coming home to for the next few months, and another part of me wanted to rush inside and picture coming home to that, and Santana waiting for me in the bedroom. I opened the door, and closed it behind before walking into the lounge and saying my hellos to everyone, then made my way up to Santana and my bedroom.

I wish Santana got to share the excitement of me moving in with her together. Instead, I had to do it all alone, and spend my first night in our own little room, by myself, with more sadness than excitement at all. It was suppose to be just like a fairy tale. I was supposed to show up with a car load of gear, and Santana would help me move everything in, then we would lay on our bed and take in the new adventure. 

"Knock, knock." Cass called, instead of actually knocking on my door.

"Come in." I said back, as I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. Cass strolled on, as per usual. She always tried to cheer me up. It had taken her three and a half weeks for her to finally get me to come back home and hang out with her, instead of sitting around at the hospital by Santanas side. I mean, of course I still spend a majority of the days up there, but I don't sleep there like I did. 

Cass propped herself up onto my bed, then stared down to me. "Do you wanna go out, or do something? We could go watch a movie, or go to the carnival that's happening down at the beach tonight?"

Being even further away from Santana scared me more than anything. But then again, even being close to her scared me. As if I was giving myself false hope from always being with her. Maybe being away, will help her come to realization that she needs to wake up. 

"I guess so. Just for a bit?"

"I promise as soon as you want to leave, we can." Cass smirked. I nodded, let out a slight smile, then she bounced her way out of my bedroom, leaving me to dress up in something somewhat nice looking.

Once the two of us were ready, we made our way across town to the beach, which showed a huge carnival with thousands of people walking in every single direction. After a long journey of finding a park, Cass parked the car, then we got out and darted across the park and towards the huge lit up area.