I slowly came too after being comatose for a good 6 hours. I heard a strange buzzing noise, and I could not make it stop. Buzz..Buzz…BUZZ.. I rolled to my right side, where my nightstand was. Oh. It’s my cellphone. Who’s calling me..?OH! My phone was vibrating; the name read “James”. I quickly picked up, my voice groggy from sleep.
“Hello?”
“Oh, Lace, thank God you answered. I’ve been calling you for the last 6 hours, what the hell happened!?” I didn’t answer for a moment, to dizzy to think.
“Lace? You there?” I nodded, though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, I’m here. Goodbye, James.” And with that, I hung up and went back to sleep. While I slept, he called me five more times, before finally giving up. When I was done sleeping and felt stable enough to think, I turned on my laptop, signing on to AIM . I crossed my fingers, hoping he would be online. I wished badly to talk to him. Yet at the same time I knew I shouldn’t be, because of the pain. Yet..I craved him badly, like a drug.
My God, I was so bipolar.