HALA

I open up the door to my new apartment which was back home in LA. Yes, I'm back home. Leaving New York wasn't as easy but I made it through. After having a long talk with Chris and Danielle, they finally understood and let me go. Nothing 'amazing' happened, I came home and greeted my mom, then a few days later, I went to get a new apartment. I thought it was time to move out and get my own place.

Now I'm here, standing in this very apartment with the last box of stuff in my arms. I drop the box on the counter and plop my tired self on the couch. I didn't know what to do now, it felt weird knowing that everything that happened to us for the past couple of months, was over.

I was always too busy being scared or getting revenge, that I don't remember the last time I sat down and relaxed. Even to this moment I'm still not relaxed, the worries of Sean still didn't leave my mind, in fact just thinking about it made me sick to my stomach. The buzzing of my phone interrupts my thoughts and I lazily pick it up to read the message.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" -Danielle

"Okay I guess." -Hala I toss the phone beside me and get back up.

I head into the kitchen and begin to unpack the kitchen supplies my mother happily bought for me yesterday afternoon. She insisted I arrive at the apartment with the new supplies. I stacked the plates and glasses into the empty cabinets, and placed the forks and spoons into the draws. I finish putting away the last of the kitchen supplies when my phone began to ring. I hastily pick it up, not bothering to check the ID.

"Hello?"

"Hala...?" A girls voice says.

"You've got to be kidding me. What do you want?"

She let's out a breath. "I just wanted to know if Sean's okay?"

"How did you even get my number?" I said angrily.

"I-" I cut her off.

"You know what, never mind that. What do you want Katrina?"

"Is Sean okay?" She asked again.

I gripped the phone harder. "No, you put him in a coma." And with that, I hung up. I slammed my phone onto the counter, probably cracking it in the process but I didn't care. My blood was boiling at this point. She thinks she can call and talk to me like everything is okay.

I rub my hand over my face and turn around.

"HOLY SHIT!" I jumped and the first thing I grabbed was a kitchen knife.

"Whoa," Sean throws his hands up in the air. My shaking hand is still pointing the knife at him, my mind was playing tricks with me. I'm just exhausted.

"Why are you still pointing that at me?" He asks. I look at him in bewilderment.

"You're in New York," I state. "In a coma."

His mouth formed an 'o'. "Oh." I toss the knife on the counter and ran my shaky hand through my hair.

"I didn't mean to-" I cut him off.

"Stop," I flinch. "Get out." And just like that, it was suddenly quite again. I turn around and see nothing. He's gone.

"I'm sorry, I just can't do that." I almost jump out of my shoes. I turn around and face Sean again. First nightmares, now this? I grab my phone and start dialing Chris' number.

"Hello?"

"Chris, did the doctors get back to us yet?" I ask, staring at the Sean in front of me.

"No...why?"

I sigh. "Nothing, never mind." I hung up and stare at him. I march right up to Sean and bring my fist to his face, only to have it fly right though his face like nothing was there. I knew it.

"I'm sorry if I freaked you out, I just followed you here," his eyes widened. "Not that I was stalking you or anything, cause' that would be weird." I cross my arms and continue to stare him down.

"I didn't know where to go and I didn't expect you to see me."

I shake my head and grab the box of my clothes as I make my way over to one of the bedrooms. I harshly began unpacking.

"So you broke up with me." Sean stated. I shake my head in frustration, I can't have a conversation with that.

"Why?" He asked.

I sighed. "I'm not having this conversation with my imagination, so don't even bother."

"Hala, please, at least look at me."

"You're not real."

"Does that really matter?"

"You're not real."

"Hala-"

I grab my head. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD." I fell to my knees in complete distress.

"As much as I want to make you feel better, I can't." He explained. I leaned myself up against the bed and stare at Sean. 

"I'm going insane." I breathed out. I was afraid if this kept happening, I just might end up in an insane asylum. I knew everything wouldn't just go back to normal, I just had to be the one to get tortured.

"Ha-"

I lift my hand up. "Don't." I get back up on my feet and started unpacking once again, acting as if nothing happened. "You're a piece of my imagination, you're just here to make me feel more guilty then I already feel." I finished emptying the box then begun to pack the folded clothing into the drawers. "And I don't care what you say, because everything that comes out your mouth will go through one ear then straight out the other."

"Just," he sighed. "Please, go back to New York. I don't know how long I'll be able to do this, but what if I don't ever wake up again?"

I bit my lip. I knew what he was doing and it wasn't going to work. I finished packing and stepped over to the closet. 

"Hala, I don't think you understand how important it is for me to hear the sound of your voice everyday," he sighed. "You know, when I saw you for the first time I thanked god for introducing me to the most beautiful angel..."

Biting the inside of my cheeks, I try to prevent myself from smiling. I felt the heat beginning to rise onto my cheeks. Just like that I started having second thoughts already. I couldn't go back to New York, not just yet. I turned back around and face Sean.

"You may not be real but," I sighed. "Maybe it'll be nice having your company..."

Sean smiled before throwing himself onto the bed and putting his hands behind his head. "Yes it will!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE;

Okay I AM SO SORRY that this chapter was terrible :/ and I'm really sorry for the long wait, I know I'm awful. I had no motivation what so ever to write this book, but I'm slowly getting back into it :) (FINALLY) Anyways there will be probably 2 or 3 more chapters before the end. Do you guys want an epilogue or naw? Comment yes or no, and if it's a yes is there anything you have in mind? :) Hope you liked it and please don't forget to vote and comment.