Surprise, bet you'd seen the last of me... Just kidding. Anyway, I forgot to mention that I am also Enzo Amore trash. I've been sitting on this one for a little bit and decided what the hell, might as well. OC doesn't have a description on purpose before anyone makes any comments, the song belongs to Issues, (trash for them also), from their album Headspace and the song is called Coma and I'm obsessed with it. This is kind of different from anything I've ever written; definitely darker. Let's go there, shall we?

Accident

'What was it about her that made her so special to him? I've been an A1 since day one and he never even considered in the tiniest bit that I could be in love with him. He constantly made fun of the fact that I'm single, but somehow always managed to ignore the fact that the only man I've wanted was him. He doesn't make it easy on me either. I have to constantly see them together, but when she's not paying attention, his blue eyes are on me; his gaze so intense it feels like he's mentally undressing me for everyone to see just how vulnerable I am when it comes to him.It's the damnedest thing too because I love it. I love the way he makes me feel when he's not with her; when he's my best friend again, if only for a temporary amount of time before he flips the switch and goes back to pretending that I don't exist. I don't know how much more I can take of this. It's eating me up inside.'

"You need to slow down. Didn't you drive yourself here?" His deep gravelly voice spoke near her ear.

"Oh, NOW you give a shit?" She spoke loud enough to be heard over the music. Another shot of whiskey burned down her throat as she turned her body back towards the bar.

His eyes scanned the room before he grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. He leaned in closer to her before he spoke, "I always give a shit. You know that." He cupped her left cheek in his right hand, lightly running his thumb against her skin.

She wrapped her right arm around his shoulder, lightly resting on the braided tail of his mohawk, pulling him close enough their foreheads rested together. She leaned in slowly as he pulled away to prevent what he was sure was about to be a kiss. She kept her eyes downcast as she scoffed; it sounded like an amused puff of air she let out through her lips.

She turned back to the bar, "Can I get two more shots, please?"

"She's done. That's not..." He started

She cut him off, "You don't speak for me! Go find your precious little girlfriend and go back to acting like I'm a fucking ghost."

He was taken aback. She never lashed out like that before; especially not at him. She was beyond her limit on the liquor too. He could tell that much just by looking at her.

"I just..." He ran his hand through his messy bleach blond hair. It was already messy from removing the two corn rows he wore earlier.

"Just go! Or don't and I will." She quickly drank her two shots that finally arrived, dropped some money on the bar. She turned to leave pushing her way through the crowd.

'He was all I had left. He was all I wanted. Why couldn't he see that?'

Bleary tired eyes opened just in time to see that she had drifted over into the wrong lane of traffic on a two way stretch highway. She jerked the wheel to avoid an oncoming semi truck, but the force of her turning the wheel sent her car down an embankment, flipping over twice before the passenger side slammed into a tree. She blinked slowly, then her eyes closed.

His phone rang in the early hours of the following morning. He wasn't entirely coherent until he heard, "There's been an accident."

That's all he heard before he jolted out of bed and took off to the hospital, being that he was first emergency contact. Deep in his gut he knew it was her, but was praying it wasn't. She wasn't the stupid or irresponsible type. She wouldn't do something like this.

He had tried calling her repeatedly after he saw her leave. He tried to leave their small gathering of friends himself to go after her; everyone telling him to let her cool down. But now, as he's sitting in a cushioned, yet still somehow uncomfortable chair, he realizes he never should've let her go. Not in the state she was in.

Guilt, sadness and anger; it was eating at him. He sat and held her bandaged hand. Her face bruised and cut, left collarbone broken and severe trauma to her head.

"You always thought my dumb ass would be the one to end up in a hospital." He chuckled warily, holding back tears. "I mean, I did, but that's beside the point. What the fuck were thinking, huh? Drinking and driving? You didn't learn shit from the friends we lost, huh? I'm so fucking pissed at you right now. How could you do this to us?" He let go of her hand and stood abruptly, almost knocking the chair over in the process.

He watched her intently for any sign of movement. A breathing tube, IVs and a heart monitor all attached to her. He paced, running his hands through his hair.

The tears returned, "When you wake up, you have so much explaining to do." He held her hand again. "I can't lose you. Not like this." He placed a kiss on her fingers before he rested his head on the bed.

"You're awake." His voice and expression were that of relief.

She shook her head, "You're asleep."

"I'm not. You're right here, awake and fine."

She gave him a half smile.

"What were you thinking?"

"Honestly?"

He nodded expectedly.

"What would it matter."

"Excuse me?"

"That's what I was thinking."

He walked towards her, pulling her in for a hug. "You matter. You'll always matter. You're my heart."

"Must be weird to have so many hearts."

"Don't be a smart ass."

"Even in your dreams you can't admit it to yourself."

"Admit that I love you? I admitted that to myself years ago."

She was quiet, as he kept his hold on her.

"If you don't wake up, I'll never be able to tell you."

"I thought I was awake already."

"Please don't leave me. Please."

She pulled away slightly, "I just need you to know that if I don't wake up, that this wasn't your fault. That I never meant to hurt you or anyone else..."

"No no no! Stop. You're not going anywhere."

"I am. I've had enough." She pulled away just enough to briefly kiss his lips. Her cheeks were damp. "I love you so much. I just wish I could've loved you better… As something more. "

He was crying, tears freely falling from his eyes.

"Wake up."

"What?"

"WAKE UP!"

He woke with a jolt. His cheeks damp. His mind was swirling. He wiped at his face as he stood up. Nothing was making sense until a sound whizzed through his ears like a bullet in the air; a steady continuous sound with no breaks between the beats and the sight of a flat line on the screen of her heart monitor.

DUN DUN DUN… Guys, I'm so lame. I'm sorry. But reviews are nice, right?

(NOTE: Sorry for those that followed this story and have me as a favorited author for receiving this email. I had to fix this chapter or risk losing the story and my account. I was informed that this chapter was in violation of this site's guidelines for having lyrics in this story. That was my fault for not reading the guidelines more carefully, but to have someone leave A REVIEW on my chapter telling me so was fucking rude and definitely pissed me off upon reading the email of the review. My other gripe with this is, if you're going to try to police people on using lyrics, POLICE EVERYONE and don't be such a fucking power hungry dick about it. Your opinion about other using lyrics are a crutch is rude and extremely judgmental for a person that doesn't have any stories of their own on their profile. Yes, I'm being petty. No, I do not care. I write for fun and as a way to express myself creatively and to have someone try to come in and act like Umbridge is just fucking annoying. I'm not sure how this reads now that the lyrics are gone, I'm not even entirely sure I care. I apologize for this long ass rant, but I needed to get this off my chest. I'll have a real update soon. )