Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wake up to the familiar sound of my heart monitor, right away I know I'm in a hospital. Hospitals lately have felt more like home than my actual home. I guess being in one for more than two years, your unconscious becomes familiar with it. Even though it may feel foreign.
I know once I open my eyes I will swarmed with questions about what happened to me, and if I'm okay. I keep them shut for a few minutes and then open them.
And at that moment I proved myself correct and my father and my doctor just kept throwing question after question. Not even giving me time to answer them. I just kept quiet until they shut up.
I turned my head and said,"Are you done?"
"Yes." They both replied in unison.
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Remembered yet Forgotten
Teen FictionMaya Brooks wakes up from a coma of 2 years but not having any memory from the past five. She struggles adapting, finding a place called home, and finding real happiness. If she even knows if it is real. But she has another struggle, her kidnapper...
