Don't Forget Me...

I'm awake... But nobody can see me.. I wake up in my house but nobody can see me not even my brother Louis.. Idk what's happening anymore. I almost gave up hope when he could.see me... He knew I was there.... He gave me hope.. I just prayed he wouldn't forget me...


2. It's me..

I followed Louis into a room, and laying there was me in the bed, my mom crying next to the bed. As soon as she saw him, she was up, and hugging him, and she was crying hysterically. "Guys, mom, I am right here, this joke isn't funny anymore!" Why are they doing this to me, seriously I am done with this bulllshit.

"Louis, I am so sorry" My mom said, wiping the tears from her own face with the sleeve of her shirt, that had already been worn with tears.

"Mum, the last thing I said to her was I hated her, and I wished she hadn't been born"

As soon as those words escaped his mouth, I remembered everything....


"Lou, I am not going with you I am having fun!" I said trying to yell over the murmer of people, that were staring at me, and him.

"Jamie, yes you are, mom will kill me if you don't, you don't have a choice" He grabbed my wrist, and I ripped it instantly from his grip.

"Don't touch me Louis!" I screamed at him.

"Jamie, don't be stupid right now! You are coming with me"

"I hate you!" I screamed in his face, and he only starred blankly at me for a minute.

"I hate you to, sometimes I wish you had never been born, Jesus you are so stupid!"

I paused for a second not knowing what to say, half because of the alcohol in my blood, and the other half because me, and Lou never got into fights, well atleast not like this.

"Fine.. Leave me then!"

"Fine then!!!!" He screamed, and grabbed his girlfriend, and left me standing there with Chelsea.

Everyone was staring at me, "Okay lets get this party going!" I screamed, as someone handed me another drink.

Everyone roared with cheers, and screams, I could hear people slugging back their drinks, and  laughing, having such a good time.

"Fuck Lou, I don't need him" I thought to myself, but I am pretty sure that it was just the alcohol talking.

The party started to wind down around 4 in the morning, and Chelsea was my ride home, but she was just as drunk as me.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten in that car with her, but my biggest fear at that time was having mum be mad at me.

We were bout 20 minutes out from my house, when.... I saw a bright light, and then complete darkness. I don't remember anything besides waking up.

I snapped back into reality, well if that is what you call what I am in right now.

"What happened to her?" Lou asked, still in tears.

"Her, and Chelsea were on their way home, when some drunk guy ran a red light, and took the car out completely. "How is Chelsea?" Lou asked, trying to hold back everything that was coming out of him right now.

"The truck hit spot on her side, and she didn't make it threw the night"

"Chelsea is dead" I thought to myself... No this isn't happening, this is stupid, this stuff doesn't happen to people like me, it was a one time thing.

I felt like I needed to cry for the next three years, but nothing came out of my eyes when I did, nothing that I could feel or see.

"You sister is in a coma, and that is all they have told us so far" My mom said, but I was numb, I couldn't feel anything anymore, I was in shock.

"This isn't a dream" I thought to myself. This is real, and it was happening, what am I suppose to do now?

It almost felt like I was screaming in a room crowded with people and nobody could hear me, or see me, and I knew that that is how it's going to be, well until I wake up from this coma...

"Mum, go home and shower, you have been here for hours"

"Are you sure love, I can stay" "No mom go shower" Louis said as he sat down in the green chair beside the bed that my body was laying in.

"I love you Jamie, I am so sorry for last night. Please wake up.. please" He was so desperate when those words came out of his mouth, and all I wanted to do was tell him the same thing back.

I love Lou, he was the best person in the entire world, and always stood up for me.. I might not ever get the chance to tell him that ever again.

I walked over to the bed, and touched Louis hand, and mouthed I love you.. but I knew that it wouldn't make a difference, he wouldn't hear me, and the last thing I ever said to my brother was I hate him.



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