The doctors didn't know but I could hear them. Every word they said I could hear. Since I was 12 years old and got put in this hospital, I could hear.
I've been in a coma since I was 12. Tomorrow will be my 16th birthday. That will also be the day I die. The doctors, in their white lab coats with their sad expressions no matter what they say, will pull the plug on my life tomorrow. I will be pronounced brain dead and my life will end on my 16th birthday.
Don't be sad. Life hasn't been that great anyways. I've had to hear the doctors going to my mother and giving her false hope and then talking to the nurses about how I'll never get better. They've never had hope for my survival.
I used to have hope. Up until my 14th birthday. When I saw my mother walk in with a cupcake that said Amia on it. That's when I lost hope. I lost hope when I had to see my mother crush a cupcake with her hands as she cried her eyes out.
My name is Amia. I am a normal girl. Except that I will never live a normal life. So I guess, I'm not really normal.
