My Reason

Chapter 2: Present...

Waking up in this hospital isn't how I imagined my life. I don't even remember what happened to me, or how I ended up being here. All I want to know is what’s my reason for still being alive?

The hallways of this hospital seem to have more memories than a laptop. Every tear, or blood drop that's went onto these floors, have so many meanings to them.They represent pain, suffering, guilt, torture, relief, happiness, and numbness of those memories.

I'm not going to tell you all of these stories, only mine. Cause it seems to me that my story is the only one that is the reason why I'm still here.

Being in a coma is different than being dead. When you're dead you're a ghost, but when you're in a coma, everything seems real and alive. I haven't left the hospital room where my unconscious body lays on a hospital bed. Being hooked up to machines and IV's. They were the only things keeping me alive.

After seeing my parents and friends walking into the room, as they tell me how much they love me and that I need to keep fighting. I try to say something to them but they can't hear or see me. I wish there was someone who could help me figure out what happened to me. I need to understand my reason.

I step out of the room and walk down the hall. As I walk to start to count the tiles. I counted a total of 250. I start to create a painting of the different color tiles in my head. When all of a sudden I hear the voice of a boy, the voice sounded familiar. I pace myself back to the room. Stopping at the door as I peek inside to see who it is.

There he is, the person who is still a perfect memory in my mind. Connor. He stands there beside the bed looking down at my unconscious body. I didn't know how to respond to seeing the boy I was in love with, visiting me while I'm in the hospital.

"Connor?..." I say.

He unexpectedly turned around and looked at me straight in the eyes. My heart dropped at his action.

"H-Haiden" He said in almost a frightened tone.

Is this even possible? Is he really talking to me? He sees me and hears me. That's not possible, I'm only a figure of myself. I'm a ghost.

He looks back at my unconscious body that is still laying on the bed then back at me.

"How are you th-?...Why can I?..."

"You can see me?? No you can't be the only one who can see me. It can't be true." I say in response.

I run down the halls and every person I meet, I try to get them to see me.