Sigh!
I woke up with a start after feeling like I had fallen from a great height, only to find myself lying in a heap on the floor next to my bed, surrounded by my blanket, pillow, and all the things I had accidentally swept off the nightstand.
"Got!"
Mommy's voice was the first thing I heard as she ran into my room, closely followed by Get, both of them looking shocked to see me spread out on the floor like that.
"What's with those faces? It's like you've never seen me before... Oh! Why can't I move my legs?"
"You probably don't have the strength."
Get answered with a shaky voice, coming to help me up and calling out to Mommy.
"Mom, give me a hand. Got's arms and legs are totally weak."
"How did you know there's no strength?"
"Well, you've been sleeping for a month. It's like being paralyzed."
"Huh? Sleeping for a whole month? What happened?"
"You drowned. Don't you remember anything?"
Mom and Get looked at me, puzzled. I tried to remember what had happened that day, but my head started to hurt and I shook it.
"No memory. I just woke up feeling dizzy when you told me I had been asleep for a month. Can anyone sleep that long?"
"Maybe you were underwater for too long. How would I know? But it’s good that you’re awake now. Mom cried every day,”
Get said, looking at Mom, who is crying now. She throw her arms around me, pulling me close and patting my head gently.
"Be well, my dear."
"Shouldn’t I be telling you this, Mom?"
I hugged her and smiled, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still lingering in the back of my mind.
Drowned? That sounds familiar, but I can’t quite remember. How did I end up drowning? I’ll find out when I get my head together…
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Ever since I woke up, Mom has been serving me nutritious meals as if she was trying to fatten me up like a bear. Every day, a physical therapist comes in to help my arms and legs regain their strength so I can move normally. Everyone seems so happy to see me awake, but whenever I ask what happened, they all act like they don’t know anything, which is oddly frustrating.
Why?
Even though something serious clearly happened to me, all they know is that I drowned. No one has any answers—no history, no explanation. No one can tell me what really happened.
"Did I drown on my own?"
Get, who is usually the most straightforward, seemed uncertain.
"I think so. They said the security guard at the condo heard something like… a splash."
"A splash?"
I echoed, feeling like I sounded a little weird.
“Was I… moaning or something?”
"You idiot! A splash, like something fell and made a big splash in the water!"
"Oh."
"You probably fell from somewhere really high… They thought you tried to kill yourself."
"What?"
"Yeah. Mom doesn’t want to talk about it. She was terrified that you would jump out of the apartment. It’s a miracle you survived because there was a pool below. But… what were you doing in that apartment? It’s not your house, is it? Or was it a boyfriend’s house?"
