Memories can't change me.

Chapter 1

I lay there. As still as a statue. I tried everything to get my body to move. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't budge open. I heard voices, thousands if them, screaming, shouting and crying. I could pick out bits of what people said, but not the whole lot.

"Wake up, Julie. Wake up! It's me, Kate. Your best friend since you were three. WAKE UP!"

I heard the name Julie really often, as if I should no who she was or something. But I didn't. I knew nothing about my life any more. I didn't even no how I got here in the first place.

I could here a strong, quite rash voice now. One that I had heard many times in this deep sleep of mine. I was familiar with it, as he came quite often. Everyday in fact. As if he knew me really well, and as if I meant a lot to him. It sucks that I didn't no him, I'm sure I would get along well with him.

"Julie, it's me. Harry. I no you don't no me any more, but I'm not giving up..." his voice demanded, before my brain cut me off.

I hated how that would happen. I would be listening to a really good story or an interesting conversation, then all of a sudden it would blank out. I wouldn't be able to hear anything, or see anything, but I already couldn't see anything, so that didn't matter.

It is like a movie in here, or a really good book, because they always leave you on cliff hangers. It is also kind of like a T.V program or a game show, when they are like 'We will find out after the break, Stay tuned'. But I don't know if I will 'stay tuned' or not. I really want to get out of here to see what life is like. Or was like. I want to see everyone who I know I would've missed if I could remember them. I want to see how my future is and if I ever get married or have kids. Or maybe I already have them. Well I want to see them. Not after the break, now.

I don't want to look down on them from heaven, and see the family and friends that I had. I want to be with them, having a Sunday roast or something.

Maybe I have things to sort out before I go as well, like maybe say sorry to some people and thank you to others. I can't just go without saying goodbye, even if I don't know them.

I was tired. All the time. Even though I was pretty much asleep. But being in a coma was tiring. My body always in the same position, never ever moved, apart from being washed by the nurse for my baths. I couldn't feel it, all I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was a numbness all the time throughout my whole entire body. Even my heart.