It's dark and cold. Where am I? All I remember is seeing blood a lot of blood. I try to open my eyes but I can't. What's wrong with me? I try to move I can't even do that. What's going on? I'm scared. I heard a door open... I hear footsteps. Someone grabs my hand and holds it. I feel drops of water on my hand. Is the person crying?
"I'm so sorry sweetheart.." The person wept, could it be my mom? Or could it be someone else? I tried to move but I just couldn't move.
"I should have been a better mother I should've stopped Ashley from saying all those horrible things." I could hear the sorrow in her voice, and I wanted to cry. I caused my mother this much pain. But then again she didn't stop Jessica either.
I heard the door open again and even heavier footsteps.
"How is she doing doctor?" Jessica asked concerned.
"Well she's in a coma we did everything we could to close her wounds, and she's going to get counseling if she ever wakes up." The doctor explained. I heard Jessica cry out. You see I felt bad enough about doing what I did, but I don't regret it. I didn't want to live anymore, I couldn't be bullied anymore for being straight. I heard the door shut, and I couldn't help but think. Will I ever wake up, or will I die? What is it like to die? Is there a heaven or a hell?
"I have to go now I'll come back tomorrow, I love you Cassie don't worry you'll be okay," Jessica said through tears and kissed my forehead.
I heard footsteps as they faded and the door opened and closed, here I am all alone once again. Why am I the one that it left alone? I tried to move my eyes at least, I couldn't even do that. I tried for a long time, it just seemed impossible. I'm not sure if it's nighttime or daytime all I know is that I need to wake up and soon.
YOU ARE READING
Being Gay Is Normal
General FictionWhat would it be like if being straight was sin and being gay was okay? In 11-year-old Cassie's world that's a reality her being a straight girl, she is constantly ridiculed about being straight.
