As Long As You Live

Chapter 1- I'm Awake

Is life supposed to end when we lose someone. Because I've lost everybody in my life. I'm not going to say a tragic death went upon everybody I loved. But it did.
I always thought having a family meant a curse, because they embarrassed you wherever you went, they would stop you from going somewhere because they had plans and most of all, sibling would drive you to death with infinite questions about how this and that works.
Well, now I have nothing, not ever a parent.

I open my eyes like waking up in heaven and hoping for a bright light to shine upon me. However, there's nothing. That's when I realise that I'm still alive and it's probably night. I look around for my watch, but i can't find it. Abruptly, I try to move, but my body aced, like six bullets had been shot inside my skin.
I don't remember anything.
Yet, my memory begins to come back as I call out for my parents.
"Mom! Dad!" I shout but all that comes out is a whisper.
The light of the moon shines through a window on my left. Suddenly, I realize that my window has always been on the right and the moon never shined through my window. This ensures me that I'm not in my own room or house, and why would I be there anyway.
Although, it's too dark to make out where the door is, I stumble through the darkness and reach the wooden door. As I walked, the wood under my feet creaked, and the wallpaper made a horrible sound as I dragged my hand through it.
"Hello!" I shout.
"Is anybody there?" I say as my breath runs out because I'd been dragging my body towards the door.
"Hello!" I shout again.
I was exhausted- I had to be after what I had been through.
Just then, a light from under one of the doors in this long corridor lights up.
"Hey..." I mumble under my deep breath. I can already feel my lungs give out and my breath getting faster within each second. I drop myself on the wooden floor so I can take a rest. The door opens from one of the rooms and a lady comes out. I don't know who she is but she definitely knows me. She comes and shouts my name even though she's right next to me.
"Sarah! Oh my God! You're awake." She says in disbelief.
"We thought you won't wake up for a long time!"
Thats when I realise that she's British and not American.
"What?" I ask
"Ohh, you where in coma, and you have been for a week now." She explains.
"What? Where is everbody?" I say because I blanked out last time I saw them.
"John!" She shout for somebody in her room.
A tall thin man aproaches me. His smile wide open and his hair perfect although he just woke up.
"Wow" he says. His voice is deep and defines that he is in his mid 20s.
"My name Amanda and he is John. We are supposed to take care of you. " The lady speaks in very formal British accent.
"Where's my family?" I ask ignoring whatever she said.
John takes a siringe out of a cupboard on the right and holds my right arm, because my left armwas injured. I try to pull my hand away but I have no strength. He quickly inserts the siringe and tells me to count down from ten as he positions the oxygen mask on my face. I don't say it aloud but my mind still keeps counting down from 10; 'ten, nine, eight...'
This is when everything turns blank and I fall asleep like a baby.