Authors Note: This one's really good; cliffhanger! This is one you have GOT to read, trust me, ya wont regret it! Thanks to all the fans who have given me a reason to continue writing! Thanks a bunch!

Rachel's P.O.V 

The door opened, and I turned my head to see who it was. It was my mom.

"Hi, honey. Well, today's the big day."

"Huh?" I asked, confused. Then it hit me.

"Wait, you mean I'm leaving?" I asked incredulously. "No! I'm not leaving, I'm not!" I crossed my arms stubbornly.

"What?" my mom asked, disbelieving. "Well, why not? What has gotten into you? I thought you'd want to leave, get out of this prison."

"If I leave, I'll have to be away from Adam." I said, eyes watering.

"Now that's just silly," my mom said, shaking her head. "You will still be able to visit Adam."

"But, I want to stay! If I stay, I can spend most of my day with Adam," I said stubbornly "And that's exactly how I want to spend my days until he wakes up."

"Rachel, I'm sorry, but you have to go back. You can't miss any more school. You've already missed a month." My mom insisted.

"But, I've done all my homework that was brought to me!" I protested.

"But you're not learning it all by just doing the homework,"

I opened my mouth to speak, but my mom shushed me.

"You have to be there, listening to the lesson, so you're going back and that's that." She said, walking out.

"ARGH!" I screamed at her retreating figure.

~~Back at Adam's room~~

I sat down and frowned.

I sighed. "Darn it. I have to go back to school. I didn't want to leave you, but there's no other choice. My mom picks now to be the insightful kind of mom you see on T.V."

I could've sworn I saw his hand move, but I don't trust my mind. It's a prankster.

"But don't worry; I'll still come visit. Every single day, I promise." I pledged, putting my left hand up. And I know it was my left because I checked.

I gave him a kiss on his cheek, and left, eyes tearing up.

~~School~~

When I got to school, I had a bunch of girls asking me about Adam. Stupid sluts.

"Aw, please tell Adam I hope he gets better. My name's Clarissa," a girl with brown hair told me. She had a short bob. "Oh! And give him this for me," she said handing me a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

I rolled my eyes. "It'll be kind of hard to give him this, considering, he's in a coma," I snapped, stressing the word coma.

"What? Oh, darn." She said leaving.

There were quite a few of these throughout the day. I just ignored them. That is, until Hanna Williams A.K.A the evil, head cheerleader, fake, Barbie doll slut came along.

"Oh! Please tell dear old Adam that I am deeply sorry about what happened to him," she said, holding her hand over her heart. Well, she was trying to anyways. Her huge fake boob blocked the way.

"I can't believe he risked his life for you." She said, as if I were some sort of rabid animal.

"Just shut the fuck up already!" I snapped.

"Just give Adam this," she said, holding out a note. It had a phone number (shocker) and an invitation to meet at a hotel when he gets better. (Even more of a shocker) After I read it, I snorted, stuffing it in my pocket.

She just stood there, staring at me.

"Can you?" she asked in a fake, sweet voice.

"Go fuck yourself. But you're so slutty, you have about ten guys doing that for you daily." I snapped.

She just stood there.

"Didn't you get the message? LEAVE!" I yelled. The final bell rang, and I left. I had already grabbed my books and my homework. I just wanted to go see Adam.

When I got there, there were nurses, doctors, and possibly surgeons rushing to Adam's room. Panicked, I followed.

When I entered, I saw them getting those resuscitating things they use on T.V. the ones that send shock waves through the patient's body. I think. The kind that they use when someone is about to die.

"Adam," I squeaked, my voice choked back with tears.

I saw the line on the monitor by his bed.

It was rocky with some straightness in it.

They used it on him once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Four times.

Then, the line on the monitor went dead. It was straight, and all I heard was one, long, "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."

My heart stopped.