Don't protect me, I'm strong enough.

~Faith's POV~
I ran to catch up with her but she had already ran most of the way home. I know because when I got there her screams filled the air.
~Darling's POV~
I ran all the way home. I have no idea why I wanted to come back to this shithole so badly but I did. I walked up to the front porch step and rang the doorbell. Dear god, help me I've gone insane. The door opened up and there was my dad standing there, a relentlessly furious flame burning in his eyes. He grabbed my arm and pulled it hard enough to rip it off my body. Behind us, my mother slammed the door shut, rattling the frame of this crusty old house.
"Where do you think you were doing?" My father yelled.
I snarked back, fueling his anger, "Well by the looks of it you weren't too worried. Either of you."
"Bitch. Don't you ever talk back to me like that again." He punched me in the nose. I heard a sickening crunch and knew it was my nose, but somehow it still didn't faze me.
"Is that the best you got Bastard?" He punched my stomach making me double over. He pushed me down onto the floor and I knew my tailbone was broken. I kicked him in the nuts making him falter a tiny bit but not greatly. He twisted my arm back and started to choke me. I elbowed him in the stomach, giving me a way to get away from him. I heard Faith's loud car pulling up.
"FAITH, FAITH HELP ME!" I screamed so she could hear me. My father pulled my hair, dragging me to the basement. I pulled away, ripping a chunk of my hair out. He started to strangle me again and this time I was too weak to fight back... in all those fan fictions this was where Andy came and saved the girl from dying, but I knew better. Andy wasn't going to come save me no one was.
~Faith's POV~
I dialed 911 but I fear it's too late already. The ambulance came about 5 minutes later. Darling was in a coma but they didn't know for how long. The police restricted her mom and dad from riding in the ambulance. I asked if I could because I knew what happened and I was her best friend. A shitty best friend, but still her best friend nonetheless. The whole ride to the hospital I kept on whispering things to Darling about things that made us both happy.
~Darling's POV~
I hear voices... no a voice. It's talking about how we used to each mint chip ice cream whenever we had been heartbroken. What did they mean used to? Who was I? I can't open my eyes, nor remember anything, but that voice is familiar.What did they mean we used to be best friends?

Notes

Uh Oh! what's going to happen? Is she going to remember everything... or even wake up? Comment your answers. Also I am going to do this thing tomorrow where if you read anything on this site I want you to wear a bandana on your right wrist and write your username on your left. Please spread the idea around because how cool would it be if someone you knew read fanfiction on this site?!?