My mom was there and she signed all the release forums. Two whole weeks without Nic and there were still no signs of waking up. Well, at least that is what I’ve been told, and what they have been telling me has not been the truth.
My mom paid the overly expensive bill and we left the hospital.
We walked to the car all the way in the back of the parking lot.
“Mom, are you sure there are no more updates on Nic?” I questioned as I opened up the back door to the car.
“Well, I’m not sure Coy. I haven’t been able to talk to his folks, I’ve only been able to walk passed his room,” she said in a tired yet annoyed way.
I left it at that and sat down in the car. She started the car and we drove off.
When we arrived home and walked inside the door, I was surprised at what I had seen; Harper.
I dropped my shoes and ran up the stairs to my room and shut the door behind me.
What does she want from me now?
“Coy, you have a visitor! And that is no way to treat them.” I heard my mom shout from downstairs followed by footsteps on the stairs.
I went to the door to close and lock it but it was too late, Harper had made her entrance.
“Hey, Coin,” Harper said as she stepped inside my room and closed the door behind her.
“Wha-a-t do you want?” I stuttered.
Harper let out a laugh and looked down and back up at me.
“So after all of the shit you’ve gone through, you’re still scared of me?”
I rolled my eyes and took a step back.
“Well anyway, now that you’re okay or whatever, let me tell you; When Nic wakes up, you and him are over. When you return to school, no mention of what happened, and if anyone asks you, keep your mouth shut. I do not want or need to handle another mess made by you.”
Harper blew a kiss at me and exited my room. To cover up her tracks she shouted, “I love you Coy,” As she went down the stairs and left the house.
I went to my bed, fell forward, and began to sob into my pillow.
When would Nic come back to me? How long will I have to suffer in silence at the hands of Harper? Why am I even here anymore?
All the thoughts that ran through my head were frightening. Some though were causing me pain.
Maybe I really shouldn’t be here.
Chapter 40
It had been four months and there was no news about the current state of Nic. Switching to online school was the best decision I had made so far, but I still found it hard to grasp onto the concept of life after everything I had been through.
It was 1 in the afternoon and no one was home but me. I went into the bathroom and took a deep look into the mirror. There was a large scar on my head from the glass that cut me during the accident.
I used the toilet, washed my hands, and face in the sink, then brushed my teeth. Before I turned on the shower, I heard my phone ringing. It was probably my mom.
I walked to my room and as I guessed, it was my mom. I picked up my phone and clicked the green button that picked the call.
“Hello?” I said on the phone.
“Hello baby, are you okay? Has anyone called you yet?” My mom said on the other side of the line, her voice shaky.
“Called me? About what?” I said sounding confused.
“It’s fine, I will tell you when I get home in a little while.”
“No, Mom. Tell me what happened, now. I don’t have that patience. Is it about Dad, you? Nic?”
My mom took a deep breath and I heard her sniffle through the phone.
“Coy, he’s brain dead.” My mom said. At this point, she was crying.
“Who, mom? Who?”
My mom continued crying on the phone.
“Nicholas!” She said briefly and cried even harder.
The phone fell out of my hand and I went numb.
I couldn’t feel anything, I couldn’t hear anything, my vision was blurry. I could not cry, I had nothing left in me. This was the last straw.
I walked downstairs and opened up the medicine drawer and grabbed every pill bottle in sight.
I sat down on the couch in my house and took in my surroundings.
“Well, this it is,” I said as I chuckled to myself.
“You won. You FUCKING WON!” I screamed out to nobody as I opened all the caps of the pill bottles.
I poured it all out on the counter, stood up, and looked for a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write my letter.
Hey Mom,
Just know, that there was nothing you could do to stop this. At this point, it was a long time coming, and if you haven’t noticed it, well this might take you by surprise. I ended it because, I felt my time was up. My spirit is broken and I can’t heal it, trust me, I’ve tried. I love you SO much. Remember me for everything I was, not what I am now. I will always be your little girl, and I will always be with you. Nic was the last thing I had, the only friend I had. At least this way, I will see him.
Till We Meet Again,
Your Daughter, Coy
I folded the letter and left it where I knew she would see it; her bed. I walked back to the couch with tears in my eyes, sat down, and downed over 100 pills.
After 39 minutes, my
