I Woke Up

First Section-Hi No One

For some reason, in my little life in my dreams, the day I left, they knew. They all knew and I'm not sure how. Maybe my body just knew I would wake up soon. I remember all my friends giving me hugs. Telling me they loved me. I acted like nothing was wrong. I had random people come up to me and tell me stuff like they appreciated me. They will never forget me. The lunch ladies made me cake. My dad was home. He was crying. He said he was just thankful I was here with him. My younger siblings gave me hugs. They made me kiss them goodnight. I couldn't forget what my mom had said to me when I went to sleep. "When you wake up it'll be different. Just never forget me."

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As I slowly opened me eyes I saw a bright light. My first thought was I was dead. I had never been religious but had always speculated and thought of heavens existence. I felt my bodies presence. I could feel my skin against a cold sheet of paper material. I had never felt anything. I would feel my fingers. I couldn't move. Only blink. I breathed. I really breathed. I felt the air enter my mouth, travel through my body. Into my lungs. I had never felt a breath like this. Nor would I ever. It was like taking a breath for the first time. It was. I sat there in silence. I shut my eyes and felt my eyelids touch my lower eye. I felt my eyes. I moved them around and felt this undefinable sense of strain on my eyes. I felt aware. I could feel the air against my face, I felt an itch on my nose. I felt alive for once.

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I had spent the next hour searching and looking around my room. Graphing my surroundings. I had begun to feel a fingers as I heard the door open. "I know Mrs. Patterson. You don't need to remind me." I heard a voice say. I heard two sets of foot steps. The door closed slowly. A woman turned the corner. I assumed the voice belonged to her, as she was dressed in light blue scrubs. She hadn't noticed me yet. She was talking to the woman behind her. Mrs. Patterson I'm guessing. She had a large overcoat on and dark brown hair. She held her purse reluctantly, as if she was ready to use it as a shield or a weapon at any moment. The first lady, a nurse, turned to face Mrs. Patterson and continued on the conversation. "Mrs. Patterson I can assure you, she is fine! She may not be awake yet but she hasn't gotten worse."
"She hasn't been getting better."
There was a long silence. I decided to lay and pretend to be asleep. I could feel there stares. I felt their stares disperse from my body and I opened my eyes to see the nurse comforting a crying Mrs. Patterson. I suddenly felt guilty. I didn't know why. Just guilty. I think she was my mother.