I Can Hear You

            "I need to get out of here"  My mind screams to me as lights flash around me and music pounds in my ears. Why did I agree to come here? I rush to my car, fighting back tears that threaten to spill. I shove my car door open and crawl inside. I start driving, not knowing exactly where because I can't go back to home, where he is. Soon, I park the car deciding running away is useless and I sit there taking deep breaths. I turn on my phone which I had turned off to avoid any incoming calls or texts.

             Suddenly a light flashes behind me and a sudden impact comes crashing into my car and me. I try to keep my eyes open as I'm launched out of my seat, only to be pulled back down by my seat belt. That's when I started seeing blacks spots in my vision and I slowly faded into darkness.

                  All I hear are beeps which ring in my ears, I try to open my eyes but they won't open. Then, I hear a door slam open and people walk into the room I'm in. The people are talking quietly but I can't hear what they are talking about. Again, I try to open my eyes but nothing happens. I try to move, nothing happens. I groan in frustration as the talking grows louder.

"We should expect the patient to wake up from the coma in a couple weeks but if she doesn't, we might have to pull the plug on her." I heard someone say. I didn't know I was in a coma? I guess that's why I can't move.

"Okay" Another person sighed "Has anyone came  to visit her?" He continued with a voice filled with sympathy.

"Not that I know of." The first person said

"I'm sure there's someone out there who cares"

Nope, no one is here for me. No one cares. I say in my head

"Dean, you don't know that" The guy replied as his voice got farther and farther away.

Hm. So the second guy is named Dean?

"I guess." Dean sighed to himself. I hear a chair move next to me and I listen, wondering who sat down next to me.

"It's okay, it's just me. I'm your doctor, Dean and the other guy is Rick." Dean says and I mentally take note of who Dean and Rick were. "You probably can't hear me and I must seem stupid for doing this, but even if you think there isn't anyone out there that cares, know that I care. I don't know you but I still care." Then, I hear the chair screech again and loud footsteps turn into distant ones. I don't understand why he cares about me, I'm nobody.

Weeks go by and it's all the same. Doctors come in and check up on me, Dean talks to me about him caring or how I'm a "fighter" which I certainly don't agree with. He even tells me personal things, like why he became a doctor or how his parents both died of cancer just a few years apart when he was young. Everyday feels the same though. No one can see but I've lost hope. Maybe I'm not meant to survive.

The world wants me gone.

Maybe not everyone is supposed to have that happy ending.

The last thing I hear is my heart monitor going slower and slower, until I'm welcomed with the sound of nothingness.