Coma?!? Was that really why I couldn't remember anything? I regretted ever looking towards that chart. My mind was racing, trying to figure out who I was and how I got here, I began crying. I was so tempted to press the call button so a nurse could give me some medicine and I could fall back asleep. All I wanted to do was retreat from all of this confusion and back into my coma. Did I have family? If I did, where were they now, and why were they not waiting beside me so they could be here when I woke up? Was four months all that it really takes to get over somebody? I felt more alone than I had ever felt, although I simply couldn't remember being alone before, and in fact, I couldn't seem to remember anything about anything. Flashes of assorted facees raced across my mind, and i clung onto each one, praying I could remember one of them and figure out who I was.
I thought I caught a flash of a boy for a minute, a younger, rather attractive boy. Did I have a boyfriend? Was he really mine? and would he still be with me? What if he had gotten over me and had gotten with a girl that wasn't in a coma? I couldn't think about it for long before I got a headache worse than anything I had ever felt, although I didn't remember feeling much. I feared that I could be slipping back into my coma. I feared that when I woke up, everyone would be further away frm me than before, but I couldn't fight it for more than a few seconds. Before I did, I slammed my hand on the help button and heard footsteps down the hall rushing towards me. I let out a high pitched scream as the pain in my head grew more intense and my vision went completely black.
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Remembering Moments
Teen FictionWhen I awakened I was in a strange room with machines beeping all around me. I couldn't remember what got me there, and no matter how hard i tried, I couldn't even remember how old I was, or my name, There were no mirrors in the room, and what was s...
