An unrealistic reality

Day ???

I'm sorry for leaving so abrubtly. I just woke up so suddenly, I couldn't really speak. It sounds like it's raining. But I sure can't tell. I only see my hands, my feet, my legs.. Everything is just, too bright. It's blinding. It's difficult to explain, if you will. I try to find my way downstairs, flailing my hand around in attempt to grab something, anything.. My dolls I found were missing this morning.. Or night. Or whatever it is. I can't find them. Anywhere.. My parents were gone too, but I'm trying my best to find them. It seemed not too long ago, I wanted to be alone, and now, all I want are my mom and dad. Its sad.. Oh! I hear something, it's my mom! She's talking, a mere mumble, but it's my mom alright. I scream, at the top of my lungs. "Mom!!" Nothing. I'm hopeless, mumbling and the blinding color of my house. I'm definitely hallucinating. My mom's low talking stops, I stop, the time stops. I can't move, I can do anything. Then, everything seems to fall into place. The world spinning around me. And now, I'm just staring at myself. My hair over my shoulder, I'm sleeping.. Or am I? I can't tell, but ma's crying, and dad's standing next to her, emotionless. I back up, wanting to leave.. I don't see my face anymore. I'm in a wooden box, I'm beginning to think I'm dead..I let out a scream, of terror. Then, my mom, my dad, and whoever else, turn to look at me. They stare, their eyes engulfed in black inky color. I cry, and curse at them, on a rampage. Then, I stop suddenly..

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"She's been in a coma for two weeks, Mr. And Mrs. Baker. She might not make it." Doctor Deern shuffles his feet, the stress of him taking care of Selena Baker great. Mr. Baker gets closer to the doctor, cussing at him, his hands clenched around doctor Deern's scrubs. The doctor is horrified, and struggles to get away. "Michael, please.. She'll wake u-up.." Mrs. Baker declares, through sobs. Michael let's go of docter Deern. The two Bakers look at their daughter, her hair over her shoulder, and in a hospital gown. They both cry, hard. Mr. Baker gets onto his knees, hysterical. Doctor Deern looks at the two, and feels guilty. As he should. "I'm being forced to pull the plug, it'll be better than her suffering.." He says, trying to sound comforting. The Baker couple didn't hear it, and continue their wails. 

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They pull my plug.