Codependent

Chapter 1

"Isla, we have finished running the tests you can go in and see her now."
This is what my life consists of, me and the hospital waiting room. I have sat here everyday for the past month just backtracking my steps, what could I have done differently, what could I have changed? Believe me if I could, I would.

It all happened August 3rd, my family and I along with my best friend Giselle were travelling back from the airport after one of the best vacations of my life. It was filled with sunsets and laughter and ice cream, one of the best experiences of my life. When we got stuck in traffic and my dad being the impatient man he is decided to try a short cut down one of the old country lanes. We were travelling along the road as me and my sister bickered, no difference there, and the rest of my family laughed.
The next thing I remember is being in a hospital bed surrounded by half a dozen machines and it staying that way for two weeks. What I learned from my aunt is that a lorry that should not have been travelling down such a small road lost control and smacked us off the road into a field where we spun and spun and spun until we hit an electric pylon. They say it was a miracle that we all survived. My dad has been in and out of surgery for weeks, my mum has lost the ability to complete fine motor skills leaving her paralysed from the neck down and well my sister just simply won't wake up. I managed to escape with a severe concussion that was sorted after doses of Morphine and bed rest. Giselle has been trapped in her room for a month as her parents are scared she is so fragile she may break, she managed to escape with just a cut eyebrow. They say we were all electrocuted. I wonder how we all survived. I wish we hadn't survived

I walk into my sisters hospital room and sit beside her like I have done everyday and I take her hand and beg she wake up, I can not face this world alone. They say she has little to no brain activity so they say they are just "making her comfortable" when all I want is someone to do something. I tell her about how tomorrow I start year 13 the last year of secondary school and how I am so scared that I won't be able to do it without her or mum being there when I get home so I can give them a good lecture about feminism or Marxism. I am scared she won't wake up, I am scared dad will die during one of his surgery and I am scared mum will give up that she won't want to be here anymore.
The only thing that makes school almost bearable given their condition is that we managed to keep the accident out of the media so the only people who know are my family, Giselle and her family and I plan on keeping it that way.
I head home to an empty house as I refuse to move in with my aunt for the time being, she has never been in my life, she has never wanted to be so why now?
I prep my bag for tomorrow and jump straight in bed as I cry myself to sleep and praying that everyone will be ok that I can get my family back.