Who Was I, Before I Almost Died?

Coming home from the hospital was difficult.

My mom and dad were silent in the car ride home, but mom held my hand and whispered to me: It's all gonna be alright. You'll be Indie soon enough.

The thing was that ever since I was able to walk after the accident, they had been pressuring me to be their version of Indie.

Telling me what to eat, bringing me bright pink and blue clothing, getting me bright, sparkly jewelry.

Before I died I was a girly girl.

Mom had brung a photo album to the hospital, and instead of my therapy classes I looked at it all day.

There had been me at prom, with a smug-looking guy over my shoulder. Another one of me with a braid twisted with pink ribbon down my back, a ruffled blouse and flats.

My least favorite was the one with me at a ball.

A BALL.

Of all things.

My dress was lavender satin, and there was a wooden rack underneath, keeping it held an bouncy.

I handed the photo album back to mom, but this displeased her.

"I'm trying so hard, Indie!"

She yelled at me about how her perfect daughter was gone now, and this dishrag was left in her place.

Then she stormed out.

Dad was sleeping on the couch, but awoke with a jump.

He came over to the metal barred bed, and patted my hand.

"Just, please, be Indie," He said. He actually was sad.

I threw a fake look of sympathy at him.

"Of course, daddy."

At home, things were worse.

I turned the knob, and a huge bunch of people jumped from behind the couch, surprising me.

They blew kazoo's, making obnoxious noises, and everybody was cheering.

There was a 'welcome home indie!' Sign above the fireplace.

People I did not recognize rushed towards me, grabbing me up in hugs.

Finally, the same smug looking guy walked towards me, and as if he was Moses everyone parted like the Red Sea.

He hugged me around my waist, not my shoulders.

He whispered in my ear, barely enough for anyone else to hear 'see you tonight'

I did not like this guy. My memories were gone, but I felt nothing for this person.

He let me go, and walked out the door.

People started to calm down, and I was able to sit on the couch without being disturbed.

Everybody wanted to talk to me, though.

Blondie, some girl who claimed to be my best friend, asked if I remembered the time we went swimming and two guys, Tad and Chad, tagged along and we made out with them.

I said no.

She looked sad and angry I didn't remember.

Then she left too.

A lot of other people approached me, begging me to remember them. Oh, you know me! I know you do! The old Indie is in their somewhere!

Mom then let me go up to bed after the surprise party was over.

I didn't go to sleep, though.

I was thinking.

Suddenly, there was a tap on my door.

I grabbed my robe off of the bed post, slipped it on, and opened my window.

There, sitting on my roof, was The Guy.

Hey! It's redrocket here!

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