Sleeping Beauty.( Under Construction)

1)Accidents happen

10 years ago...

" Ken, what if she never wakes up?" A woman with tired eyes and worried thoughts asks her husband with pain attached to her words.

" Honey, don't worry, she will. Trust me. It's not like our little girl is gone forever ." A strong yet weak voice comes from a tall man standing against a hospital bed post. His words have a slight reassurance.

" I know but-" Ken lowers himself to Niras level which is seated on an old chair right next to the hospital bed.

He squates slightly and gently holds Niras shaking hands. They're cold and weak. She doesn't even seem to notice he's right in front of her.

",Shes only 6, Ken, 6! This has been happening too often and Im starting to get scared!"
She pauses briefly to take an out of breath gasp.

"Ken. Im just worried she'll never-" struggling to say what she intended to, she forces herself to continue.
" Im scared that she wont ever wake up again!I don't want to loose her!" She raises her voice as a rush of anxiety hits her like a tilde wave.

•~~~•

The worry In my mothers voice seemed to have stirred me from my cursed slumber. Apparently, it had been a whole month. A whole month of time wasted on feeding tubes and life support. I could have been out. Playing with the kid next door. But no. That's not what stupid destiny had in store for me! I guess the blessed life was sold out.

My name is Mikaela Alexanders.

You see I suffer with a disorder that the doctors "oh so humbly" diagnosed me with! It's called, The Sleeping Beauty Syndrome.

It causes me to go into a long sleep that can last from just days, to weeks, to months.
It's scary. One minute I'm saying goodnight to my parents the next I wake up in a hospital bed, attached to tons of tubes 4 months later!

My parents tried their best to prevent me from going into my hibernation, but they never could stop it. The doctors never knew how it started, and didn't know how to stop mine.

As I stated before. My name if Mikaela.

I'm 16 years old, and have been  denied to basic necessity of living.

Sure. When I was awake, everything seemed fine... for a moment, and then... BOOM! It was all gone in a flash. Hopefully this time.... this time, I'll find a way to stay awake... for good.

•~~~•

12 November at 15:35

" Mum-," I turned my head toward my mother  who was driving the car along the old countryside I've see  more than a thousand times

"Thanks a lot, you know. For taking me to see grandpa again," I start to remember fond memories of my grandfather. Like how he always brings my favourite foods to the hospital when the nurses aren't looking," I'm really gonna miss him when its his time to go to the big guy upstairs." I say in a joke full​ manor just to get on my mother's nerves.

"Oh Mikaela!", my mother takes one of her hands of the wheel just to slap me in a playful way against my shoulder.

She glances at me with a smile in her eyes. And puts a hair that was flying around my face behind my ear.

" M. You just remind me so much of you grandma-", The thought of her brings a ball up to my throat. I swallow as hard as I can, trying to hold back the tears," always enthusiastic. She was such a joyful woman and then...-"

She just stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes fixated on something amongst the clouds. Her jaw dropped down to her chest  and fear immediately consumed her expression.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Not knowing what would happen next.

" Mum-".... No answer. I squinted my eyes against the harsh sunlight. I searched the skies, trying to see what had captured my mother's attention, trying to get the slightest clue as to what might have given her a look of fear. Part of me wanted to see it too. The other half dreaded wanting to.... and then I saw it... and I dreaded it.

,"Mum! Mum, what is that?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs a question I already knew the answer to.

Staring at a flaming cylindrical tube, hurling toward us at 300 miles per second, a wave of fear and anxiety washed throughout my whole body, sending shivers and hot flushes to start up.

My entire life had flashed before My eyes.... I saw nothing.

My mother pulled the car over violently ,causing the car to jerk to a halt,almost tipping us over the bridge we were supposed to be crossing...

Fumbling to get her seatbelt unbuckled, she slips her body through the twisted belt.

She swung the car door open so easily. It seemed almost impossible that she did.
As soon as she opened her door she sprinted as far away from the car as fast as she possibly could without having the thought of looking back.

I was about to do the same thing, I was confident that I could. I knew I could... but I guess my perception was wrong. I just couldn't get the buckle off. It was tightly wrapped around me, like a corset on an 18th century maiden. It was impossible to do what my mother had done.

I screamed and cried out loud for my mother to have heard me, to have looked back once, to see her daughter struggling, to realise She left me behind.

But it was no use. So I tried to manoeuvre my way out of the car  by slipping out the side of the belt.

I yelped as soon as the belt dug into the side of my waist, causing a deep gash down the side.

To cut to the chase, I did make it out.

But. As I was tripping up and running like a lunatic all the while screaming my guts out  for my mother... It was too late.

Yes. She heard me, but... As soon as she turned around, the plane had already hit the ground.

The impact of the great, flaming mass had sent my now limp body flying across the bridge and onto the bank of the river down below.

What happened next, I can't clearly recall.

What I do remember is that my mother had jumped all the way down to the bank. I heard her sobbing uncontrollably as if I were dead. But as soon as her ear had heard a faint heartbeat in my chest cavity, I heard her cries change to praise.

What happened after is a blurr. Red and blue lights flashing. Sirens ringing through my ears, and my father wailing for my life.