She Saved My Life(2)(he Chose Me)

Dad walked off into his room, he'll probably stay in there all night, like he has been for the past couple of nights.

I sighed and sat in the couch. I turned on the tv- the news had just started.
All the usual, until there was a car wreck, one that happened a few days ago- they had an update on the 'victims' that had been hospitalized. One of them, she was a passenger and in her twenties- her name was April wilson, she had some broken bones- whiplash and cuts from the glass, she was doing better-no longer in the ICU. the next person was in a coma, Her name Was Chelsea.....

"This... Is just a coincidence, lots of people have the same name! My
Mother is at a work retreat anyway, right??" I try to convince myself.

"Chelsea Summers"
"NO!" my throat makes no sound. I sit glued to the tv, "No, no, no, no, no, no" is all I can think.

"Chelsea summers is ICU and is currently in a coma, doctors are unsure if she'll be able to leave ICU anytime soon. They'll keep you updated, in the meantime it's back over to you Matt!" the reporter said.

It felt like a brick wall had hit me. I turned the tv off and threw the remote onto the ground.
I barged into my dads room, his eyes were red as if he had been sobbing, he too was holding a picture, which he shoved under the covers.

"WHEN THE HECK WERE YOU PLANING TO TELL ME?! WHY DID YOU LIE? YOU LIED TO YOUR OWN SON?! SHE'S MY MOTHER!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Son, I'm sorry" he says bursting into tears.
I felt a pang of sadness, but the bitterness and anger over came me.
" I CAN'T BELIEVE IT THOUGH!!! MY OWN MOTHER IS IN A COMA AND I DIDN'T KNOW?!" I scream again, I can't take it, I know I'm being terrible and just stressing dad out more.. But... ARGH!!!

I run up to Sam's room.
I bang open the door.
"Did you know too?!?" I yell at him, tears running down my face.
"Kyle...."
"WHY WAS I THE LAST TO KNOW?" I sob.
"I wanted to tell you!"
He tries to explain.
"OH YEAH IT'S "THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS" OH THANKS FOR CLEARING THAT UP." I choke.

"KYLE! COME DOWN HERE, WE NEED TO TALK" dad yells.

"NO" I yell back.
I run into my room and seriously slam the door. I lay on my bed, and cry into the already wet pillow.