Out of Time
You join the party and spend the rest of night having fun for the first time in who knows how long. After a while, You get up to go the bathroom. When you come back, you notice that there's somebody wearing the same exact dress as you are. It's yourself, from during this memory, you realize. Before all of this happened. You hide behind a tree, realizing that this could be a clue.
"Amara, you just got here." Natalie says.
"I know that. But Nat, there's this party downtown that I don't want to miss."
"Who's is it this time?" You hear Kennedy, another friend that you used to be close with, snicker.
"Roderick. His parents are away for the weekend, and you know how big their house is."
"You don't even know Roderick," Natalie laughs, until a realization hits her, "you're ditching my birthday party for a party at some random guy's house?"
"We've celebrated every birthday together, Nat. You don't need me here, you have all the friends you need." You see yourself turn and walk away without letting her get another word in. That was rude.
"I can't believe you're actually still friends with her, Nat. She doesn't even care about you. She would rather to go to a stupid party than spend tonight with you."
"She's a good friend."
"No, she isn't. She stopped caring about you when high school began. She only cares about herself now."
You don't want to hear anymore, so you walk away. Could Natalie really have put you in a coma just because you were a bad friend to her?
The image of the hospital room reappears in your mind and the white light appears once again.
"Amara, you just got here." Natalie says.
"I know that. But Nat, there's this party downtown that I don't want to miss."
"Who's is it this time?" You hear Kennedy, another friend that you used to be close with, snicker.
"Roderick. His parents are away for the weekend, and you know how big their house is."
"You don't even know Roderick," Natalie laughs, until a realization hits her, "you're ditching my birthday party for a party at some random guy's house?"
"We've celebrated every birthday together, Nat. You don't need me here, you have all the friends you need." You see yourself turn and walk away without letting her get another word in. That was rude.
"I can't believe you're actually still friends with her, Nat. She doesn't even care about you. She would rather to go to a stupid party than spend tonight with you."
"She's a good friend."
"No, she isn't. She stopped caring about you when high school began. She only cares about herself now."
You don't want to hear anymore, so you walk away. Could Natalie really have put you in a coma just because you were a bad friend to her?
The image of the hospital room reappears in your mind and the white light appears once again.