Grey Skies

Falling

Chapter 23

I slide out of my car to run to the house, to see what's in the trunk.
But I fall.
Faster than I've ever fallen, further than I've ever fallen. Then my eyes open, and I see white tile and bright artificial light.I shift my left arm a bit, to brush my hair off my face. And I hear screaming. Not the pained type of someone being shot, an excited one.The happiest sound I've ever heard. I realise I'm laying down in a hospital bed. "She's awake! Helen's awake!" The woman sitting beside me says again. And it all comes back. She's Alex, my sister. She spins around, to two girls sitting by the window. "Your mum is awake!" Her ecstatic screaming is enough to bring a very tired-looking young doctor into the room. The first thing she does is stick her hand out to me. "Hi. I'm Dr Liz Terrington. You don't know me, but I was your doctor for your first year. Then I went on maternity leave. But I'm back now, in time to see you wake up. I'll run and grab Ben." The two girls I recognise as my twin daughters, Sophia and Whitney. Sophia turns to Alex, "This is the best birthday present we've ever gotten!" Alex smiles a sad little

smile and replies, "Yes. It is, isn't."

Just then, Liz walks in, followed by another doctor and my husband,

Ben. I make a successful effort to sit up, and I must have a confused

look on my face, because Ben then asks, "What's wrong?"

"What happened? What happened to Sophie and Anne and Tom? What about

William Smythe, did he kidnap Liz?"

"Helen, I don't know what you're talking about." The older doctor

says. "Liz... Dr Terrington... And I have been your doctors this whole

time. I'm Dr William Smythe. Nothing happened to us." Everyone looks

confused, except Alex, who asks, "Can I tell her?" Every one nods, so

Alex continues. "You've been in a coma for six months after a car

accident, which was not your fault. We didn't know if you were ever

going to wake up. Tell us everything you remember after..."

"The accident?" I ask.

"Yes."

So I tell them everything. About how I thought I was Sophie for

awhile. About the mystery. About what happened. About my extremely

realistic dream, apparently.

The dream of reality my life has been.

"Ben, you were in my dream. So were you girls. Goodness, I feel like

Dorothy when she realises Oz was a dream..."

Sophie and Whitney are crying, crying so much.

And I bring my sore arm up to my cheek and realise I am too. I can't

believe what has happened. I thought that a dream was my reality. I

thought that a coma-induced hallucination was my life. I though the

people were my friends, my foes, my family.

I thought I was really that person.

I thought that that was my life.

My grey skies life.

And now, I suppose it's time to say goodbye.

Goodbye to grey skies.

Well okay. That's the end. I'm not sure wether the next thing I write will be a companion, a sequel, a prequel, or stand completely independent. I'll let you know!

Bye guys, bye Grey Skies!

~Phoebe