Oblivion

Chapter Four.

I'm really, super duper, maximally sorry for the extremely late update! 

I had some ups and downs in my life so yeah. 

Here's the chapter, I tried to extend it as much as I can! 

ENJOY.

A week flashes by faster than I thought. Everyday identical to the one before – doctors coming up to check on me, Sierra sitting by my side and talking about every detail of her plans regarding the graduation party and Sandy worrying over every second of my life.

I’m starting to think that when things occurring around you are gradually the same, your mind just spaces out to a time where there’s some recognizable difference. Having in mind that the only thing keeping me awake to whatever is happening around me, is the fact that Ben haven’t brought up anything about what we used to be anymore.

I’m starting to lose faith in him, and think that I just dragged myself into an issue further beyond my capability of dealing with and that digs a whole into by heart.

11:57 A.M

Only three more minutes until Dr. Phill comes in, announcing my freedom.

Yes, I feel like I’m caged, and I’m not talking about the hospital.

I feel like I’m surrounded by huge walls that separate me from all the people I love and love me back just as much by a lie I have made up.

I start counting those three minutes backwards while my eyes are closed, imagining all the things I would get to do again.

Doctors have said that I have remained in that comma for almost a month which startled me, since it felt like yet another sleep on any of my regular days.

5..4..3..2..

“Rise and shine Scar for it’s the day you’ve been aching for!” Ben yanks the door and speeds to my bed.

“I can’t believe that I’m finally going out of this place, it seems so long since I had my last jog and ate self-made banana pancakes.” I say before yawning.

“There’s a lot out there waiting for you, you know?” He smirks and I feel all my blood rush to my cheeks, turning it tomato-red.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” Sierra interrupts us, having Sandy and Dr. Phill following her.

“Good morning honey.” Sandy says approaching my bed and sits down at the edge of it, next to me.

Stroking my cheek with her palm, she smiles at me. “I cleaned up your room so that you can do those yoga exercises however you want.” She says.

I feel like I just lost it and that my brain is making this scenario up. It’s as if I’m still comatose and my soul’s out there, dealing with all this in another life, a life where all this will be considered truthful, a life that cannot be authentic, a life such as the one I’m seeing in front of me.

I can see that she has noticed my shock and so, coughs and pulls her hands out to cover her mouth, dramatically.

“I’m just glad you’ll finally be back in my arms, Scar.” She says.

“Me too, mom.” I reply managing to tug at my lips from the corners, forming a weak smile.

“Scar, are there any belongings to you other than the ones in this closet?” Ben asks, as he places some of the few clothes Sandy brought me from home.

“Nope, nothing important enough for me to remember, anyway.” I reply.

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