Sisters ( Book 1 of 4 )

Chapter 2

It was the 12th of June, 2009. A week or so away from my 8th birthday, Miss Abby and I were rehearsing my solo, for that weeks competition. I did the dance a couple of times, not fully completing it, for Miss Abby made me stop and do it over again if I did anything wrong. I finally got all the way through the dance without making any mistakes. Miss Abby congratulated me.....before I passed out on the floor.

I never really knew what it was like to faint or pass out as I like to call it, until then. My mother, father and sister were both in such a sake of shock they almost completely blanked out. They also all thought I would wake, just like I did too. It wasnt till I heard the doctor's voice did I realise the whole outcome of it all.

" she has fallen into a coma. there is possibly a 2:1 chance that she'll never wake up "

I could hear and see everything, yet I felt as though my eyelids were glued shut. At first, I couldnt believe what the doctor was saying, I was in a world where I had no voice. No way to say NO, or stop this from happening, no way to get me out of this "coma", as the doctor explained to my parents about the incident, I cried and it wasnt until then did I realise just exactly where I was. I was back home, and I could imagine myself running round the house with Chloe, as I was imagining these thoughts, they became real life. I could physically see me and Chloe. Running round the house as normal doing every acrobatic trick we knew, from back flips to front ariels, we did it all. Yet we were stilll just your average 7 year old girls who loved school and dance plus everything in between.

I was soon forgotten, a couple months went past and people still put down the odd flower or box of chocolates at the fence and some of my good friends put down a card every week or so. Another couple months past, and everyone had seemed to forgot that I was in a coma, potentially dying in some way. It had been six months since I had entered the coma, my parents and twin sister were both worried for me at this point, I had shown no proggession in the six months of being at the hospital. They were considering moving me to a new hospital. A more stableised unit of hospitality, where they would really try hard to bring me out of my 'deadly sleep', but one of the nurses at the hospital had told me, the only person that can pull me out of this coma is, well me. The doctors can only help me, I have to do the rest. But the truth is, I didnt really want to leave that place. That place where I could feel normal, where I didnt have to have my mom carry round an oxygen tank when I go to school. And not have to have weekly check ups at the hospital, but more importantly, where I could be with my family and friends and dance to my hearts content.