Beep. Beep. Beep. The beep was constant. All I heard was the faint whispers of family who might have thought to visit.
Plus the goddamned beep.
The beeping went on forever. Never gaining or losing speed. I wondered if one day it might stop and I could finally be freed from this sterile prison.
Beep. Beep.
My mind often wanders, having to constantly listen to the beeping. I don't know what it means or where it comes from, but I wish it would stop.
I like to try and remember things from when I was awake, but some things just don't come to me.
I generally only remember the painful or difficult things, I don't recall any happy memories.
I do remember my seventh birthday quite clearly though. That was the day my mum was diagnosed with cancer. She told me she would be fine and that someone would fix her, and that I needn't worry.
But I once heard mum and dad talking, mum was crying. She said she hated it and she wanted to fly away and never come back. She begged him to fix it or to let her go.
Looks like he let go.
I never truly understood what mother meant when she said that, but I wish someone would nudge me awake and out of this dreadful sleep. I wish to fly high into the sky like mum and never come back down.
I listen to my surroundings and am shocked by the sudden scuffle.
"Alaska. Please baby, wake up."
Hearing his voice startles me, and my instinct is to run and hide.
I feel insecure and unsafe in his presence, he is the sole reason my life went pear-shaped.
