It felt wrong somehow. Waking up, that is. It almost felt as though I'd been awake the whole time, which I suppose, in a way, I had. It still felt wrong though, and it took me a while to process exactly what was happening. My mother had tackled me in a hug and I'd completely freaked out, so a doctor quick escorted both of my parents out of the room to give me some space.
So now, here I am, looking directly at my last chance to get out of my parent's grasp. The doctor is staring at me weirdly, as though he expects me to be the first person to talk. I have just woken up from a coma and he wants me to talk.
Fine.
"Hi" is all I can think to say. The doctor smiles, and that confuses me even more. He smiles as if he knows something and, as he speaks, I realise that he might, "Kasey, right? I'm Doctor Link, I've been assisting in taking care of you while you've been at this hospital. I apologise for your parents, I must admit, they seem to be strangely frantic to see you considering their reaction when you first came in."
I blink at him, not quite sure how to respond. "How die they react?"
"Well, at first they were hysterical, insisting that you were dying, but when we reassured them that you would be fine, it was almost as though they shut down. Of course, I understand that it was likely just shock setting in, but still. You don't seem at all surprised by this." Doctor Link was now back to staring at me and somehow I feel as though a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders and replaced with another one. Now I had to explain everything and hope that this man can help me.
I have never been this afraid before to be honest. Not even when all of this started and I first got "sick". At least then I knew what was happening and what was going to happen. Now I just have this horrific feeling of uncertainty overwhelming me. If I tell Doctor Link everything and he doesn't believe me then I'm right back to where I started. If I tell Doctor Link everything and he does believe me, what then?
Where will I go?
Wherever I go, it has to be better than this. Surely anything that I face from now on will be better than this as long as the doctor believes me. I just need him to believe me.
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Trapped In My Head
General FictionA 12 year old is in hospital after falling into a coma. They're aware of everything around them and are trying to make sense of it all while attempting to clear their head. Months of abuse from their parents makes this all very difficult but can the...
