The Awakening
Hi, this is my first Fault In Our Stars fanfiction; it is just a theory that has been flying around my head for a while that I decided to write about. This will just be a one shot from hazel's point of view.
My eyes fluttered slightly, I felt really tired and lethargic as I lay still in the hospital bed. My bones and joints ached, but not as bad as the pain coursing through my lungs and up into my dry throat.
"Gus…?" I opened my eyes as best as I could and scanned the room, but there was no sign of Augustus Waters, only my parents. My dad was crying and my mum called a doctor in to see me.
The walls were an ocean blue colour and was decorated with paintings of various animals, most of them zoo animals.
"Who's Gus?" My mum asked, looking confused. I thought she was joking, that he'd be outside in the waiting room been told that it was family only.
"Au…gus…tus Waters…" It hurt to talk for longer than just a few seconds, meaning his full name rose up my throat felt like a fire.
My parents both looked confused, and the doctor that was in my room checking my stats looked at them for a reasonable explanation, however she was met with silence. The doctor who was checking my stats was not Doctor Maria, my usual cancer doctor, in fact, I had never seen this woman before and I didn't know her name. I looked over to my parents, then the doctor with hope in my eyes.
"Honey, we don't know who you're on about." My mum said gently, holding my hand tightly while I tried to focus on my breathing.
"He's sick…I need to…know that…he's…he's okay." I had to take a deep breath between every couple of words so that I wasn't exhausted. "Is he dead?" I asked, worried that I'd missed my last chance to say goodbye.
"There is no Augustus." My mum said, still grabbing my hand as if letting go would mean losing me forever. "You've been in a coma for a while now honey, about 10 weeks."
"9 weeks and 4 days." My dad corrected, while sobbing.
That's when it hit me. Augustus Waters had never existed; he had purely been a figment of my imagination. He wasn't real, no-one that perfect could ever exist in real life. I had made him up in my head, and then when I woke up, he was gone, because he wasn't even real.
That's when it hit me. I was alone, still with my mum as my best friend, still with no-one to be sick with. I wasn't good friends with Isaac, or anyone at support group. I had never been to Amsterdam, or anywhere abroad. I had never met Peter Van Houten.
I started crying, still only been able to move parts of my body a few inches, as moving more caused me great pain, but not anything like the pain in my mind. Not like the emotional pain that paralysed me, and my thoughts. All I could do was cry, now I finally understood how my parents felt on a day to day basis. Now I know why my dad is always crying.
I had lost the greatest love of my life.
Hope you enjoyed this, I know it's a bit sad but I felt that it was important to have it down on paper (well...not actual paper but you get the idea) so that it didn't annoy me so much.