The Scratched Diamond Diaries

Chapter One- Remembrance

The faint chorus of “beeps” from nearby monitors was the first sound I heard when I awoke from unconsciousness, and it had a muffled, dampened sound as if I was submerged under water. It took nearly all the will power I had to wake from the dreamless sleep and fully enter the world, but opening my eyes, even a tiny sliver, was exhausting. The fluorescent, tubular light fixtures on the ceiling stung my eyes so brutally that I felt as though someone was stabbing right through the socket with a knife. I blinked and blinked until the throbbing pain in my eyes ceased. I stared around the hospital room, at all the flashing lights, beeping machines, and the abundance of wires hooked up to my body. Then I saw her. My mom. She stood in the doorway, eyes wide with joy as she saw my eyes open up. I looked just like my mom, back then, dirty blonde hair, with brown eyes and a wide smile. I was so young, only 13 years old. Little did I know that it would be better to be stuck in that hazy daydream state after my coma. Little did I know I had been missing for three months, found in a coma hidden in a back alley in the bad section of Washington D.C. Little did I know that for the three years to follow, I would suffer nightmares so bad that I would wake up suicidal, but not remember what any of it was about. Yes, it would be better to be dead or in a coma, then go through the excruciating pain of having a dire need to find out information that you just can’t remember, but know you experienced before. This is my life as a Scratched Diamond. I look normal on the outside, but one part of me is horribly messed up. I reach for the some intangible concept in my head, that seems to have completely dissapeared.