-Logan Novak-
I sat in the hospitals' waiting room, staring at the wall- the world and everything else completely forgotten. I knew not the day, or the time, or how long I've been here- sitting, waiting for news; any news. I couldn't say anything. I didn't need to. It was hard to get myself to do anything but sit here, thinking- pondering.
How could life be so cruel? Why did bad things happen to the good people, and vice versa? I'd asked myself that question so many times, it felt like a pledge- my anthem.
I've aged more in the past week than I've done in years. I didn't eat or sleep, hoping that by some miracle, I would hear the news I'd been awaiting- that she woke up from the coma that she'd been dragged into. I prayed that she woke up pretty soon. I knew she didn't deserve to die.
