Chapter 7

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Emma's POV

All I can hear is a jumble of unclear words and muffled sobs.  I don't know why but I feel like the people who I have heard talk to me or near me, care about me.

"Oh, Lord please awaken my only daughter." I hear a deep voice with a Hispanic accent say.

"Oh, Jesus please awaken our daughter from this coma that Satan has put her in." I hear a higher voice also with a Hispanic accent say.

These people must be my parents, I don't remember anything about them, how they look, how they act, nothing!  I try to tell them that I am fine, that they shouldn't worry but I cant, I cant move a finger or talk.

"Please Emma, wake up. School isn't as fun without you. Please." I hear a quiet voice tell me. This voice seems to have an American accent.

  Oh!

A moment you'll never remember

And a night you'll never forget!

Oh!

  All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!)

Show praise with your body

Stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!)

And if you can't stop shaking, lean back

Let it move right through ya (hallelujah!)

Say your prayers 

Say your prayers

Say your prayers

(hallelujah!)

My life started the day I got caught

Under the covers

With secondhand lovers

Oh, tied up in pretty

young things

In a state of emergency

Who was I tryna be?

Then the time for being sad is over

And you miss 'em like you miss no other

And being blue is better than being over it (over it)

All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!)

Show praise with your body

Stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!)

And if you can't stop shaking, lean back

Let it move right through ya (hallelujah!)

Say your prayers 

Say your prayers

Say your prayers

(hallelujah!)

  I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing

Stop thinking about

The bullets from my mouth

I love the things you hate about yourself

Just finished a daydream

Who were you tryna be?

Then the time for being sad is over

And you miss 'em like you miss no other

And being blue is better than being over it (over it)

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