Till you Remember Me

Chapter 6

Dear Diary

Francesca would stop every day at the hospital, she had been coming over more than usual. I remember she would at times ditch me for parties, but after the accident, she's been over at my house almost every day. It may sound like I'm complaining, but it is nice to have her around. Every time I try asking her about the accident and what she knows, she just ignores me and changes the topic. I'm not bothered by it, because I can understand why she wouldn't want to talk about what happened, especially when I was at the hospital she would be there 24/7 for me. They say when you're in a coma you supposedly can hear people talking to you while you're sleeping. In my experience, I can say that's true. One voice I remember the most was Francesca's, I would hear her talking to me about her day, and how it didn't feel right without me by her side, she would talk to me about the boys who would text or call her, and even to the parties she had turned down to stay with me. At one point, she started sharing some of her secrets, that not even I who was her best friend knew about. Some of them were pretty funny to hear about. 

Besides Francesca coming every day to the hospital to talk to me about her day and everything that "I was missing out on" according to her, my parents would also come every day, my mom would sit down and talk to me about memories she had of me, and she would ask me to open my eyes, which broke my heart because every time I would hear her say those words, tears would follow right after. It would make me feel bad. My mom and I have always been very close, and to have her ask me to open my eyes and then hear her tears was just heartbreaking for me. Since I can remember, my mom has never cried for a sad purpose, the only tears I've seen come from her were tears of happiness and joy, never tears that came from sadness and fear. I could tell that when she was alone with me in the room, she would show her true feelings, but the minute someone walked in the room, she would hide her weakness and try to be strong again. 

My father would come every day, and for the most part, I would hear him on the phone talking about business, or with his assistant about work. Which led me to think he didn't care, until one time he came and I felt him hold my hand, and break down. I was shocked. This guy had always since I was little pushed me to my limits, always told me I had to aim higher than everyone else, which wasn't who I aimed to be. Due to the difference between us, we have never had a close daughter-father bond. I did pursue the career he wanted me to do, under the condition that I would pursue my dream career as well. But me and my father have always had a rocky relationship. Mainly because of our different ways of thinking, and after everything, he was crying, asking me to wake up, apologizing for everything that's happened between us. That the thought of losing me was just something he didn't want to think about. Ever since I woke up, he's been different than what I remembered him to be. A lot nicer, kinder, and more respectful. Especially about allowing me to continue in what I want to do, of course until I've fully gotten the cleared from the doctors.  

My brother would also come every day, of course, he was busy helping Dad out with the business and everything. When he would come around he would talk to me about this girl he met at work, and how happy it made him to see her every day. Since I can remember, I've never seen my brother fall this hard over a girl. The last time he fell in love with a girl was when he was in college. They both met during their economics class in their first year at college. She was an angel with me and my parents and for unknown reasons to us, one day he came home and said that they were done, we never found out what had happened that led to them breaking up with each other. But ever since it has been hard for him to find someone that he could relate to in many ways until now. I was happy for him, it just sucked that I could hear him and not say to him how happy I was for him. After I had woken up, when I came back home, I had the opportunity to meet the girl. She was beautiful and such an angel and I loved how my brother and her got along. She was the ideal girl for him. 

While in my coma, I remember every single person except for one. It had been not too long after my mom had left one day, that I remember hearing one voice talk to me. I didn't know who this person was, but I could feel this person's hand in mine. It felt warm and familiar, but I just couldn't seem to put my hand on who this person was. I could hear pain and sadness in his voice when talking to me. I could feel what I'm pretty sure was tears from his eyes on my hand, he was a guy just based on his voice. He never once said his name, but it seems like one of the nurses seemed to have recognized who he was, when he left, she had asked him for an autograph from him and wished him a great season. He did come more than once, and every time he would grab my hand,  it felt warm and it made me want to grab his hand and not let go. He would talk to me about his day and how much he missed the past, he never once said his name. Which is what I look forward to the most throughout the whole conversation, not that I didn't mind him telling me about his day. When talking about the past he wouldn't be specific about what he missed exactly. He would stop mid-sentence and just say the past. 

People who have been in a coma sometimes say that they can hear everything from the outside world, even though we are in a deep sleep a part of us is still awake and we can hear everything that is being told to us. I haven't told my parents, my brother, and Francesca about the conversation that we had while I was in a coma, where they would come and talk to me about their day and they thought I couldn't hear them. In some ways though I feel like it helped me build a better relationship with all those close to me. Things are different after the accident, but everything has changed for the better. 

The one thing I wish is to know who this mystery guy was and why he would come and visit me, hold my hand, cry, and sit there to talk to me about his day. Also, what did he mean when he said "I miss the past...".

Maybe if I ask Franz she will know, I mean she is my best friend and knows everything about me. I mean, I don't remember the past seven months of my life, so she is probably my number one key to finding out more. 

Sincerely, 

Marcella Romano