What am I destined for?
Will I live? Will I die? If I wake, will my life be the same? Do I even want to wake up? I don't know.
All I know is darkness. What if I never see the sunlight again? The sky, the grass, the trees? That already would be a hard morsel to swallow already if I live my life in this coma, which is basically the most dead you could get in life, if this is what it's like to be dead anyway.
And what if I never see my family again? My friends?
Oh, yeah, I forgot. They could live without me. I'm only making myself feel more than I actually am, I guess.
I hear the voices come again, only more faintly this time....
"Please wake up, Sam. I need you."
No, Chase, you don't need me. Remember how I treated you? Remember how I was a worthless nothing? How I couldn't pick up a talent to save my life?
"Sam..."
Yes?
"Do you believe in God?"
No, Chase, I don't. Even if there was one, he's never done anything for me, so I'm not doing anything for him.
"I'm thinking about Jesus, Sam. What if he's really there?"
If I was conscience, I would knock some sense into him!
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