Karma Coma
I've done some stupid stuff...summoning a troll, running away and killing my watcher, losing my soul...But I can't help but be pissed at Matt right now. Tori found him unconscious in Vince's apartment. He'd been fucking around with black magic behind everyone's back, being taught--Tori says white--magic by Vince. I know everyone else is ticked off at both Matt and Vince. But I see a lot of this going at Vince for teaching him anything, and maybe it's because I'm a little younger than Dylan or Des and I haven't had as many responsibilities, but I'm mad as hell at Matt. Vince doesn't know our surrogate family. Matt's a part of it. I don't care if he's 16, he should know. He should've known. Now he's in a coma. We don't know if he'll ever come out of it.
I'm so pissed at him. He better wake up or I'll kill him. All I can say is...I wish he weren't hurt, not after Connor just defeated the evil Power and things were normal, not after...just because he's him. I wish he wasn't in a coma, because it's killing everyone. Dylan is so upset, he's not talking to anyone. He's just been taking care of Meghan and stalking around huffily like Angel. I'm waiting for his meltdown or someone to not jump out of his way. Des is practically shaking, she's so angry. Connor's been burying himself in patrolling. Galen feels completely guilty, even when he's not, because Matt had asked him about learning magic and Gal didn't tell anyone. He couldn't have known. Rhia looks like she hasn't slept since she was born, and Oz doesn't look much better. This is just like how we met forever ago; Dylan had a really bad plan, and a bookcase fell on him. Off we all went to the hospital to see if his stupid ass would live. Why are we always meeting like this?
And dammit, I wish he wasn't hurt because it's just another reminder...It's just another reminder that we're not going to live to see 25. Not the way we're going. We just fought the God damn Powers That Be. We protected too many people casting spells while Connor had to fight...whatever is more than a god. The gods of gods? I dunno. Whoever they are. Once you fight something that powerful, you can never go back to just...a few drunk vampires or guys mugging old ladies. We're marked. Seeing Matt lying there spread out under hospital sheets, that kind of color in his face, not moving...I hold my breath just to make sure he's not holding his.
I don't want to see them die; I don't want him to be the first.
I'm so pissed at him. He better wake up or I'll kill him. All I can say is...I wish he weren't hurt, not after Connor just defeated the evil Power and things were normal, not after...just because he's him. I wish he wasn't in a coma, because it's killing everyone. Dylan is so upset, he's not talking to anyone. He's just been taking care of Meghan and stalking around huffily like Angel. I'm waiting for his meltdown or someone to not jump out of his way. Des is practically shaking, she's so angry. Connor's been burying himself in patrolling. Galen feels completely guilty, even when he's not, because Matt had asked him about learning magic and Gal didn't tell anyone. He couldn't have known. Rhia looks like she hasn't slept since she was born, and Oz doesn't look much better. This is just like how we met forever ago; Dylan had a really bad plan, and a bookcase fell on him. Off we all went to the hospital to see if his stupid ass would live. Why are we always meeting like this?
And dammit, I wish he wasn't hurt because it's just another reminder...It's just another reminder that we're not going to live to see 25. Not the way we're going. We just fought the God damn Powers That Be. We protected too many people casting spells while Connor had to fight...whatever is more than a god. The gods of gods? I dunno. Whoever they are. Once you fight something that powerful, you can never go back to just...a few drunk vampires or guys mugging old ladies. We're marked. Seeing Matt lying there spread out under hospital sheets, that kind of color in his face, not moving...I hold my breath just to make sure he's not holding his.
I don't want to see them die; I don't want him to be the first.