Alex found me and told me he had to leave.
It felt like he stabbed me in the heart, then twisted the knife.
But before he left he gave me a goodbye gift.
When I fell to the ground with leaking eyes he kneeled down next to me. His hand grew close to my
sad face. They were warm.
"Aria", he said.
I stopped stunned. That's my name. . .
"ALEX! That's my na-", I looked up. He was gone.
~
Sometimes I heard voices, with words that sounded like they were directed to me.
Everything would fade into darkness, whenever they spoke. It would just be me on my bed, the voices, and a small spotlight over me. But it wasn’t a lonely darkness; their voices, like silk, would soothe every part of me and make me feel safe.
They would tell me about their worlds and remind me of apparent memories we once had together.Though I could hear them, I was still somewhat confused.
Their voices were faint, and some words were muffled together. I could only pick up a few statements. Like, how are you.
“Fine” I would attempt to say but nothing would come out. Sometimes they would cry and say,
“I love you.” I would listen to these voices until they stopped.
When they stopped I would think of something to help comfort me, and it would come, but it offered only a limited amount of comfort.
As time passed the pain on my head would immensely become evident. It hurt because of the voices. They made me feel better which would bring back the pain.
During one of my one-sided conversations I heard the voice of a child; a little boy reaching out to me, telling me to get better. Telling me he missed me. Get better from what? I thought. It made me feel sad.
I empathised with him because I could feel him. I could feel his presence and the connection we had.
Then it I was slapped in the face with realization. I knew this child; images of memories swirled through my head about him.
The voice matched this face. Is this… I thought to myself. My heart was overwhelmed and I felt determined.
I heard myself say Juno, but a different kind of me, the real me.
Just then, my eyes opened.
My eyes were filled with oxygen and it was blurry and bright. I had a whole new perspective of the world. I wasn’t in my world anymore. This place was clear and bright. It was real, and the first thing I woke up to was my little brother, Juno.
The air smelled of anesthetics and desperation. I blinked frantically to regain normalcy.
Everything came back to me at that moment. My life, friends, family, the crash. Then I rememberd
Alex; I made it, but he didn't. My heart swelled.
“Her eyes are opening! Someone, please help!” Juno yelled and left the hospital room.
The pain on my head felt realer to me than ever before but I couldn’t really move to feel it.
Juno came back with a large doctor dressed in pure white.
“Aria, nice to see you again.” His deep voice spoke to me. “We’ve been waiting for you for four months now.”
End
