Chapter 1 I'm Going to be Late, Again.

A bird is singing like it is the most beautiful day.  What the hell is wrong with that bird?  Can't he see, some people like to sleep?  It's not like I have anything to do....................  OH SHIT!!  

I am late.  Crap I don't even have time to take a shower.  I will just have to splash my face and grab a pop tart.  Oh man, my head hurts.  Why do I party so hard?  I am so immature.  There is no way I am going to make it on time.  I get out of bed and pull on the closest pair of pants.  I throw on a striped 
t-shirt and go into the bathroom.  I feel  a little sick to my stomach.  Why wouldn't I?  I drank like a fish last night.  I can't do that tonight.  I need some sleep.  Plus I believe I have to work tomorrow.  I splash some water on my face.  

I put de-odarant on and I walk out into my messy livingroom.  

I make a note to myself, " I should clean that up before I bring home another girl."

I start to feel a little better.  I just need some food. I go to my cubbard and pull out my box of poptarts. Emtpy.  Of course.  I need to get going.  I put my packback on and leave.  

My car and I have a little arguememt every morning.  

So I beg it today,  "Please start for me, please."  

I insert the key. Turn it. Nothing.  I lean my head on my hands.  I need a new car.  Just start!  I get a little upset.  Turning the key again, it starts.  Yes!  I turn the radio on, it's RATT's "Round and Round".  I like this song.  I crank it up.

Pulling into a parking space.  I jump out of the car.  I am running as fast as I can.  I run smack dab into a girl.  Papers fly everywhere.  I feel the thump of a book on my head.  

She says, "Oh my goodness, are you OK?"  

I look up laughing, "Yes, I am Ok. Wha-What about you?"  

I look up and there is an angel looking down on me. The sun has hit her just right.

"I think I am seeing things."  I tell her.  

"Why is that?"  

"Because I am looking at an angel."  

"Oh, um yeah not." 

 She has short blonde hair and she is just gorgeous.  

She helps me up.  I turn to offer my hand but she has already walked away.  I glance at the square's clock.  Shit, shit I am super late.  I run again.  She comes into my mind.  I need to meet her.  If only I hadn't given her that stupid pick up line.  She probably thinks I am crazy.  What was she wearing?  Why can't I see what she was wearing.  I reach my class room just in time for Professor Richards to walk out.  

"Ah, Mr. Hansen."  

"Sorry, sir I over slept.  Is there anyway I can get your notes?"  

"You know the rules, Mike."   

"I know, but I really need this class."  

"You should have thought of that."  

"Yeah, I know, thanks."  

I do the walk of shame.  Not that walk of shame. the other one that you do when you get into trouble and you know it was your fault.  I slowly walk to my other class for the day.  I have to work harder or I am going to flunk out.

Prologue

"She still has brainwaves, so that is a really good sign."  Doctor Thomas says.  "When do you think she will wake up, Doc?"  "I wish I could tell you Mike, but with this kind of injury, there is no definite answer.  I'm sorry."  My stomach has been in knots. I can't eat or sleep.  Sleep? what's that?  I don't really know what else to ask.  "Ok, thanks, Doc." 

 He walks out of the room leaving me alone again.  Well, I am not really alone.  She is here, but she can't speak.  Hell she can't even move.  If only she would just squeeze my hand.  She doesn't. 

I always sit in this chair next to her bed.  I wait for the day she moves or makes some sign of life.  It's really quiet in here.  They have turned the machines down so they don't disturb us.  Us, huh that's funny.  She probably can't hear or feel me.  They tell me she can, but I just want to know why she hasn't come back to me.  Where is she?  Is she safe in her own head?  Why isn't she fighting?  Is she fighting?  These are questions that I ask myself.  And they play over and over again.  

I sit down and wait again.  I talk a little.  I tell her about my job and how things are going.  The children miss her and how they can't wait for her to get better.  "So that is how my day went.  I wonder how your day is going.  I bet you are imagining me naked on the beach.  Am I right?  I tried one of your famous recipes, ya let's just say I can't cook as good as you.  I need to go soon.  I have another company asking me for an advertisement.  I feel like this one is asking me for a bit more than I can give."

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"Why can't you just give up? Mike isn't going to love you anymore.  He wants to leave and never come back.  Just die already."

"SHUT UP!!  I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!, DO YOU HEAR ME ANGIE!!  NEVER!"

"You will, I promise!"



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I don't want to go home but I have to go to work.  I won't sleep much.  I haven't been able to since the accident.  I want to say it's because I miss her warm body next to mine, but that's not it at all.  I am worried.  I worry she won't wake up.  What if I have to decide to pull the plug?  I can't do that. Even though I know it would probably be in her best interest.  Fred,  my father in-law wouldn't be able to do that.  If only she would just wake up.  It's going on a year.  

If only she would, please God.  Wake her up.  Let her be my wife again.  I can't go on much longer.  I vowed in sickness and in health, but this is...............  It's hard, so hard.

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ANGIE PLEASE!

Ha, Ha he is going to be mine.  You said he could never love someone like me.

I didn't mean it, Angie Please.  Let me go back.

I will never let you out, you will be stuck in our head forever.

ANGIE!!!!!