When I woke up,I saw my mom and dad looking at me. They looked like they had been crying for days. How long have I been in this room? I had no idea. I looked over to my side,and saw an oxygen tank. I wondered who it belonged to? Poor girl... I turned over and saw streaks of jet black hair,running down her shoulder. Her face... That was Annie! I tried to slightly touch her shoulder,but I was about to roll over and fall down. It was all my fault. I was just praying now that we were at least in the same hospital room.
It was later on that the doc told me that I had broken three of my ribs,my ankle and my arm. Man I had broken a lot of bones! And Annie... She was getting worse. She had gotten in a coma again,and did not speak or do anything. Her face had went so pale that you might've mistakened her for a corpse that day. I knew that she would not survive,all I could do was hope... She was my only friend,my secret keeper... Why did it have to be her? Why? Why was the world so cruel?
Annie was going worse every day. While I,was pretty much the opposite. She forgot how to breathe soon. Her brain,it was dying. She was dying. For the ten millionth time in our friendship,she was hanging on that thin thread between life and death again... Hang on tight Annie.
The doctors were now completely hopeless that she will survive. They said that even if she does, her memories and abilities will all be gone,and that was the best that she could possibly get... I was completely healed,but insisted on staying in that same bed,waiting.
That day,I asked the doctors if Annie would possibly return back to her normal self. They told me the possibility was about one percent. Nearly impossible,but not completely...
And that was all I needed to hear.
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Foreign To This World
No FicciónHow does it feel to be a foreigner? Nobody knows better than Lilac. She has an unpredictably active mind,yet no words have came out of her mouth ever since she was born. Will she finally pour out the years of emotions inside of her?
