TW: Depression and nothing else
6 months had gone by. But doctors weren't giving up hope. I visit Jodie everyday, trying to get her to wake up. Some people in comas can hear people, but just cant move or speak or open their eyes. Maybe like sleep paralysis.
My sleep paralysis is getting worse everyday.
Instead of seeing a black figure, I see Jodie. Ghostly pale skin and all. She's always screaming my name, always coming towards me. I cant do anything about it. I try and scream and I cant. I try and shout her name, but I couldn't.
This is the 7th month of Jodie's coma. I am depressed. My therapist tells me to forget about her, but how can I when my best friends dead body is always infront of my eyes every night.
I am on anti depressants. Sometimes they lift me out of the numbness I am walking through everyday.
I talk to Jodie every day after school though. I do my homework at the hospital, I sometimes even play my ukulele for her. I want to scream at her to wake up, but that will do nothing. I have to stay strong for her. When she does wake up (because she will wake up) I think I'll be fine again.
But right now my mental health is in shreds.
JODIES POV
I can't open my eyes. I cant scream and tell this random person calles Eden that I can hear her. I listen to her everyday. She's getting weaker, I know it. Every second of the day im trying to get myself up, cough, move my fingers even. But I can't. She tells me we're best friends, she does her homework with me. She seems lovely, the wish I could wake up for her. She's depressed. I am going to help her out of it. Once i can move my fucking body that is. My family come and see me too. I just cant seem to remember who they are. Im going to wake up. I know I am.
I will wake up.
Soon.
