Farewell : Until We Meet Again

2/ unworthy.

"As we all know, Livia and her mother Karen Meyers were involved in a car crash on June 16 2017."

"She didn't wake up since her breakdown yesterday, Doctor."

A few seconds past and Dr Thomas spoke up again, "This girl just lost her mother. And woke up from an induced coma. Her sleeping pattern is one of my least concerns."

A deep voice spoke up, "The accident took place almost two months ago now. Doctor, when do you think she's ready to be questioned?"

I held my breath, stunned of the new information.

Dr Thomas heaved out a sigh, "Look, officer. You already know every fact. This kid may have driven the car but we all know the truck driver was intoxicated. Why don't you just leave this poor girl alone and let her cope with her loss?"

The machine started beeping quicker, interrupting the officer.

"Gentlemen, let's continue with our little chat outside, shall we?" Dr Thomas said after a few seconds.

The click of the door indicated that they all left and I was alone.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

Yesterday had been the worst day of my life. The day we had the accident, I didn't know that I would wake up alone without my mother by my side. The doctor was forced to interject me sedative because I lost it yesterday. I couldn't stop with the sobbing and screaming. I just couldn't stop. I was angry, sad, I felt betrayal because she left me in this world alone, and so damn guilty. I should have saved her. It is my duty because I am the daughter. She did so much for me, she sacrificed so much for me, and the realization that I will never be able to pay her back hit me instantly.

Tears welled in my eyes but I couldn't cry. I just couldn't anymore. Do you know how it feels when you've already cried so much and just feel drained and exhausted? That's how I felt right now. And in order to tame the paralyzing pain consuming my insides, I'd rather just stop feeling all together.

This was my punishment, my personal hell.

With my good hand I softly stroked the bandage strapped around my head. My head was buzzing.

I slowly sat up without putting too much weigh on my bad arm. I found out that underneath the layers of white material plenty of wounds were hidden. Dr Thomas told me I was in a very critical condition when I was rolled in the ER by paramedics. They had to remove all glass splinters stuck in my arm one by one before they were able to take a good look at the damage in detail.

I dread the day, I'll have to look at the mirror to see my fucked up body.

Then my gaze landed on the dead flowers on the night stand to my right. I wondered who they were from, so I took the card placed behind the vase.

"Get well soon! You're a fighter, remember that!

- Mr Baker "

The simple note from my music teacher warmed my heart. I closed my eyes, hugging the card to my chest, experiencing a series of emotions.

The only nice person to me was my music teacher. Mr Baker was very supportive and taught me a lot about playing the piano perfectly. He was the only one who left something behind for me to read when I woke up. Because he hoped I would be okay.

I took a deep breath and smiled sadly down at the note. It still hurt that nobody had visited me since I woke up.

Lost in my depressing thoughts, I didn't even realize that someone entered the room.