This is my first fanfiction, I'm an okay writer but I'm like Augustus, I can't really gather my thoughts.
This isn't the best, and it's just a one shot.
Enjoy. ;)

My green eyes flick open, and I look around. I have a terrible mucus taste in my mouth. I gaze around and see my parents, crying tears of joy and holding hands. "Hazel, you're awake!" my mom says, getting up to hug me.
I look at the ceiling. It is white, and it has stickers stuck on to it. The animals are animals that would live in the jungle, like lions, and monkeys. Among them are spinach green bushes and trees.
Suddenly, I remember about Augustus.
"Augustus?" I ask.
I look around, all over. I see two chairs for visitors, but that is it. He isn't here.
"Mom, what happened to Augustus!?" I ask, horrified of the answer.
"I don't know who you're talking about." She stares at my dad, who nods back to her.
Then it occurs to me. I must have been in a coma for a month or more. Augustus was simply just a product of my imagination. It was all fake.
I start crying, the salty tears dripping against my face. They fill my mouth, and I clench my teeth like he had in Amsterdam. I picture all of the moments we had together, from Support Group to Amsterdam.
My mom comes by my side. "What's wrong, honey?"
"It's just-" I stop, because the tears are flowing out so fast I can't talk, like a water fountain.
"I imagined all of it."
"All of what?" my mom asks.
"He was perfect, mom."
I wipe my tears and sniff a little.
"We met at this Support Group you forced me to go to. We were best friends, and we went to Amsterdam with you and met Peter van Houten."
I am sobbing. I want to tell her more but I can't.
She nods in understanding, but I don't think she understands.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do."
I nod.
It all felt so real.
But it isn't.
"Can we go home?" I ask. I hope that we can, I just want to stay in my room, read AIA, and cry for a bit.
"Yes, Hazel. Just let me check with the doctor."
She takes her thumb and bites the nail, which she always does when she is stressed, nervous, or worried. I can see her nails have chipped red nail polish on them.
She goes up to the front desk and asks where the doctor is. The nurse says he'll be back in a minute, and my mom immediatly comes back.
She sits with my dad and waits.
The doctor then comes in with a clipboard.
"She's good to go," he says.
When he has left, my mom comes over and helps me get my things.
When we have gotten home, I fall into bed. I stare at my ceiling, wondering why. Why couldn't it have been real? Why couldn't I have had one good thing happen to me before I died?
How can you love someone who was never real? Who you made up?
I eventually fall asleep, thinking of how cruel this world is and seeing his face.

I hope you enjoyed! I literally wrote this in like ten minutes, I'm sorry it's so terrible.
I saw this theory on Instagram and I really like it, but I do not agree with it at all (weird, I know.)
I'm sorry if this depressed you, haha.
Bye, hope you liked it! (:

xoxo,
Sophia (my Instagram is sobbingbcbooks)