IM5 and Me

Chapter 14- Coma Dreams

Sometime in 2012

Hi. It's Brina. I'm back, not that I should have gone away. I can't believe he wrote in my diary. He better not have read anything because if he has, I swear I am going to kill him.

Back to the night of the accident.

The scene before my eyes faded quickly into darkness. As it did so, I felt my mind relaxing momentarily before a voice penetrated my sub-conscious. In some ways it felt like the sound was right next to me but in others it felt as distant as the moon. I knew the voice that was speaking to me, it was as familiar as my own but yet I could not place it, could not connect it with a name or face. I heard my name. There was a mumble of other words, and then some floated into my brain. "I have no idea if you can hear me right now but the doctors say it might help you get better if you hear familiar voices. Last night you kept saying you were sorry but I'm the one who should be sorry. We both did some stupid things the other day but I couldn't let it go and because of that I said something that I really didn't mean and because of that..." There was a pause. "Because of that we are sitting where we are now. I really hope you can hear me now because I need to tell you something I should have told you a long time ago. I need you to fight this and keep fighting this because... I love you and I don't mean I love you like a friend. I mean I'm in love with you and have been for months. I've made an arse out of myself going about it the wrong way but I lost you for two days and it was unbearable so I don't know what I'd do if I lost you for real. So you've got to keep fighting okay? Because I can't lose you! I just can't." I heard the words but I couldn't understand what they meant. It was like my attention was somewhere else but everything was fixed on what I was hearing.

Suddenly, images burst into life behind my eye lids. At first it was hard to discern shapes as it was just a mass of colours mixed together but slowly everything became more focused and I realised I was watching the scene of my birth.

It was the strangest sensation watching yourself being born. I knew it was definitely that which I was watching because there was my mom in the hospital bed screaming at the top of her lungs as the doctors beside her kept telling her to push and my dad stood at the side of the bed having his hand crushed by mom.

Finally, after a minute or two the screaming subsided and out I came. I remember thinking that I looked so disgusting. I was already screaming my head off as the cord was cut and I was handed to my mother. She looked at me in her arms and a smile spread across her face. Then she looked at my dad, who had the exact same look on his face, before she said "Welcome to the world Sabrina."

The scene changed then and I was now a toddler I was learning to talk. Then I was walking. My first day at school. It seemed to be important points in my life; each one seemed to mean something to me.

After a while, we got to the worst day of my life: the day mom found a note from dad on the kitchen table telling her that he was leaving and wasn't coming back. At the time I had thought things were pretty bad but looking back, I really didn't know just how bad they were. I had forgotten all the times I'd walked in on mom crying or just how hard it was for her to get by now that she was suddenly on her own. I now understood why she wanted to get away from all of the pity that she got from the people back home.

Everything changed again and I was saying goodbye to my friends and leaving for a new life. Then suddenly it was my first day at school and I was so scared I wouldn't make any friends. I knew what was coming the moment I recognised the scene and without a doubt, there he was, Will Jay, the best friend I've ever had. When I was eight, I thought that moving to California was the worst thing in the world but looking back I realize now that it was the best thing that ever happened to me.