The eerie hall seemed even scarier this morning as I walked it alone, my black cardigan trailing behind me. My sandals made slight clicking noises on the crisp, pearl floors. I kept my eyes down on my blue painted toenails, trying to avoid any possible eye contact with doctors and nurses who seemed to pass by me unperturbed. The hall seemed miles longer this morning, with doors upon doors of meaningless plaques and clipboards, and buzzes of robots that seemed to have no point. I was nearing the end, and my heart was in my throat. Mom and dad were downstairs, in the waiting room, chatting over a cup of coffee about my future. It made my throat tighten- the thought of the future. It was such a planned thing that was supposed to just happen spontaneously. I reached the door, and took a deep breath before pushing it open. And again- it was exactly the same as it always was. Except for the fact that despair hung in the thick, musty sheets like a disease. I covered my mouth as they tears poured down my face. Luke lay there, still and silent, eyes closed and mind racing. I ran up to his nearly lifeless body and hugged him, gently but so firmly that I wanted to give him the life he deserved. I kissed his freezing lips and cheeks and neck, my lips craving the respond of his, but this wasn't some Snow White story in reverse. It was a sick, deadly reality of a girl who was treated like a princess, but then her prince refused to awake. I didn't say anything, I just held him close and ignored the sounds of beeping machines and squirting pipes. I pressed his back, and wiped away the grease from the front of his forehead. He was so handsome. I kissed him again, I didn't want to forget the feeling of his lips. "Luke," I said, my voice a rattle, "I am going to be gone for a while, and you probably won't notice I'm gone..." My voice cracked more, and the tears made it tough for me to keep my voice down. "But, I love you, Luke, and when you wake up I will be the first by your side okay?" My cheeks shook as I held his hand tightly, and my palms felt numb and raw. After a while of crying, mom came in to call me to go. She stayed with me when I said my final goodbyes. "Goodbye, Luke." I whispered into his ears, and as I pressed my head on his chest one last time, I could've sworn a "Goodbye, Grace." had escaped from his ice-enclosed lips.
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Wake me
General FictionGrace Parker has spent nearly her entire life after the accident cooped up in a hospital bed. And when her parents finally manage to persuade her into going back to college, she is able to forget about the damaged past and move on, excited for the f...
