Sonny lay quiet, staring into space. " Please come back James," , she said.
It has been 2 years since the death of her boyfriend, James Conroy.
She finally went to sleep.
Sonny had been doing this ever since he died.
She remembered that day,
They went for a walk in NYC, it was freezing and they were holding each other to keep warm.
Suddenly, two thugs shot James in the neck, stole his belongings, and trailed off.
Sonny remembered his words as her had just said them to her , " You dare say anything, you'll be in the trunk of my car screaming. " .
He pushed her into a glass store window, stole her purse, and kept running.
Bleeding , she shaked James. No pulse, no nothing.
He opened his eyes. She was overwhelmed.
She saw a tear stream down his cheek as he said, " Allison Sonny Munroe, I love you , and one day I wish to marry you, but I think this is the end." .
Sonny was screaming like she was the one who got shot. " James, James, don't leave me! "
His eyes closed for the last time. She didn't believe what she just saw.
She heard police sirens.
" Okay, they're here, they're here, " she thought.
The ambulance followed. Sonny was lucky they came in time. She had lost so much blood she lost her vision and hearing.
" Sonny, Sonny," , She heard a voice.
Suddenly, her mother was standing over her.
"Oh gosh, Sonny." , her mother said. I thought you weren't out of your coma.
"Coma?" Sonny was puzzled.
" The doctor put you into a coma so your head injuries would heal," .
"Where's James?" she asked. " He's in the next room over, " her mother said. Sonny ripped of all of her tubes off her body.