Downfall

Chapter 22 : A Wandering Soul

So, i'm still in the denial stage when i can't even accept the fact that i had to come here, back here. for three days. it might seem a little amount of time but for me, three days is more than enough. i couldn't bare to see them, to see my mom, to see everyone being so happy or sad, i don't know within these three days that unknown guy had given me. 

I am not even sure who that guy was. was he God? or the son Jesus? or even a messenger of the gods. Hermes?

i laugh at the thought of Hermes. i'm still thinking of foolish stuffs even though i am clearly brain dead. or so  i think that was my situation

Then a doctor came in my hospital room. My mom asked her what was the updates

"I'm still sorry Ma'am, but it's just like before, she's in coma. she won't wake up."

"But it's been a month now"

a month? woow! it was that long? well, i thought at first it's been 2 months or longer than that, i guess i was expecting a more dramatic come back and life story

Three days, what am i supposed to see in three days. I don't get it. my decision was firm. i want to die. it's for the best

"i know Ma'am, but we have to wait, we'll do a lot of tests until she revives, we will do our best, but in this case. it wouldn't be easy. she was hit madly."

"how can this happen to my daughter?" my mom then cried

my dad was there. he had to rush and come back home, he postponed some of his meetings. he had to be there. for me. for my mom. for max. for us.

even though they called it off, for the first time after their break up, they were together again. just like a true family would.

"it's okay honey, we have to be optimistic and be strong. Sam can't see us like this. Especially Max, we have to be strong for him too" my dad said

my mom stared to my dad, i guess because he called her "honey"

speaking of that, Where is Max? i can't seem to find him in my room. I tried to follow the doctor in his way out, since i am  a ghost, i can't really touch things just because i want to. 

touching is possible but only when it's really needed. rules in ghost city

I tried to roam around the hospital, trying to find my brother and there he is, standing in front of the vending machine, still trying to figure out what he wants

My brother was just simple when it terms with deciding, i was the one who was meticulous and can't decide right away. he was the stream. 

this time, he can't seem to decide immediately, so he stared and just stared. then he pushed the button. 

mocha latte

it was my favorite. he used to hate it. at first, he was not a lover of latte's or coffees. he was a lover of milk. But when i was in college, he started to try and drink some and loved it. I was happy since he loved it. But i was way more addicted than him to coffee. He just drink it when he has no other options.

i was  shocked, he had a lot of options this time. They even have those chocolate milks that he really loves. but he chose mocha latte

i felt a sudden ache in my chest. i tried so hard not to think about the past so the pain would go away. but it didn't work out. in fact, i bursted into tears as he said those words

"this was her favorite and now i understand why" he smiled

I tried to recompose myself and stopped the crying. what have i done towards my brother?