Emily POV

Dallas didn't want me to come to the hospital until tomorrow so I stayed at home in my room depressed. I couldn't take what was happening to Johnny for much longer. And although I wasn't supposed to think like this I didn't think he was going to wake up. Thinking this over,it made me break down sitting on my bed crying. It sucked massively. I wished he cold just rub my back,and say everything would be alright...but that couldn't happen.

"Emily please come get something to eat!"Dallas called up the stairs. "No,Dally!"I exclaimed back to him from my bed which I was laying on. He didn't bother me again or demand I came downstairs so I shrugged it off. I pulled the switch of my leather jacket pocket,and started to drag the blade across the already cut up right arm of mine. The crimson red blood dropped off of my arm and onto the bed in an insightful pattern. The blood splattered all over my sheets but I didn't really care. As soon as I had finished making the cuts I needed on my arm depressed,I examined them closely and nodded. I ran my thumb over the crimson, red dried blood on top of the cuts. It stung,and I winced for a few short moments. After the pain of the cutting had finally gone away,I napped of for a short while.

Johnny POV

I still was laying there straight,unconscious and ,motionless. There was nothing I could do do no matter how hard I tried. It didn't matter. I was stuck in this coma until the end. I couldn't stop thinking about Emily. Our memories flooded back into my clouded brain from the first I love you to when we did it the first time to when we had our first fight to when she protected me from the socs. There were so many memories my mind with MY Emily.