Comatose (Chapter 10) Peer Pressure Regrets

Never Give into peer pressure.

My so called friends came over to see how I'm doing. The same friends who should've not let me go drunk driving. Why are they even here? I don't want them to see me in the condition. I can hear them coming up the stairs towards my room. I expected them to say hello in a goofy way like they always do, but they came in with a blank stare like they saw a ghost. 

There was an awkward silence for three minutes before one of my friends spoke.  I could see tears rolling down his face as he asked me how I am doing. In fact, all of my friends were crying.  I wondered why though. I asked them why they were crying and they said that they shouldn't of let me go behind the wheel and peer pressure me into drinking. I should be mad at them, but I couldn't, this whole incident is also my fault.

I shouldn't have given into peer pressure and actually, think about what I was doing before going behind the wheel. We were just being young and stupid as hell that night. Not thinking about anybody else but ourselves. Wasn't thinking about the consequences that followed. We all are at fault here. Not just one person. 

We stayed up all night, talking about my time at the hospital and the wreckage I was in. How this could have been prevented if none of us would have gone out for my birthday in the first place. I would tell them about going to hell while in a coma, but of course, they wouldn't believe me. I still can't believe it.