Living For Tomorrow

CHAPTER 15

Grace

Just for a moment I relax in his arms and tell myself that maybe it's all going to be alright in due time. I tighten our hug and then I slowly pull away and look up at him, " Thank you", the look on his face tells me that he doesn't quite understand . "Thank you for caring about me enough that you went out of your way just to ensure that I felt welcomed and conformable." I stop and contemplate whether I want to continue and share what I'm about to say to Zach,....she trusts him.

"Whilst I was in the-, whilst I was in the coma I'd think about what my life is like, my "real, no coma" life to be more specific. I'd think about what's my favorite color, favorite type of music and you know other minor things. But the one thing that was constantly on my mind and adding life into me was the thought that someone out there cares, someone that was counting the days until I woke up again, someone that refused to leave my side even when "visiting" hours were over." I stop for a second and allow him to process what I've just said before I go on.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that after all that time, I've finally gotten to meet that someone and it's so confusing because I imagined myself being excited and over joyed to be awake, to be loved, and now that am here I'm too focused on every little thing to the point where I'm feeling absolutely nothing and that sucks." I feel myself on the brink of tears but I take a deep breath and send them right back where they came from.

Zach seems static, like he doesn't know how to help or what to say and if I'm being honest I don't blame him. I basically just spoke gibberish to him because there's no possible way for him to understand how I'm feeling right now. There's no possible way for anyone to understand me right now because I was in the coma, not them.

Believe it or not but his silence is probably the exact response that I needed, I don't think I can take anymore talking for the day.

My head feels like it's on overdrive and it's really tiring. "Do you mind?" I ask breaking the silence and gesturing towards the door. He understands what I'm asking and awkwardly leaves closing the door behind him.

*Deep breaths Grace, we're fine*

I cautiously make my way around gently passing my hands along the leaves of the plants that are littered all over the room.

*They're beautiful*

Reaching the bed I flop myself onto it and and sigh in complete satisfaction of how soft and cool the sheets feel.

My eyelids start to feel heavier with each second and I eventually give in and allow myself to fall asleep.

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I feel the hands of someone as they subtlety shake me.

"Grace, wake up!"

"Grace!"

I try to open my eyes but immediately close them because of how bright everything is.

Shielding my eyes with my hands I spread apart my fingers to try and see whose talking to me.

The light around me is painfully bright and I can't seem to keep my eyes open long enough.

"Grace, come on we have to go."

"Look at me, we need to go now!"

The person tugs on my hand pulling it away from eyes and admits the light I see a flash of blue.

It's him.

He's forcefully trying to get me to move but I pull my hand away and stop. "Hey wait, who are you and why are you stuck in my head." I frantically ask feeling my eyes strain from the extra light.

I'm trying my best to observe his features but just as before everything's too bright and I can't make out anything but his eyes.

"Why aren't you moving, come on before it's to late." He responds urgently.

"What are we running from." I ask hoping for a response.

"Hey I asked you a quest-"

"GRACE LOOK OUT!!!"

I jump out of my sleep with beads of sweat layering my body. My heart is racing and my breath is uneven as I try to recollect myself.

I'm trying to steady my breathing as I feel a sole tear racing down my face and before I have time to wipe it away I'm bawling my eyes out.

I don't know what the hell is happening to me and I have no idea how to overcome it.

Breathing only seems be getting more difficult as I'm struggling to find my breath.

I hear the door to my room open and I see my parents out the corner of my eye rushing to my aid.

"Grace sweetie just try to breathe." My mom instructs wrapping her arms around my body and my head holding me as close to her chest as possible.

"Focus on me, listen to my heart beating ,you're gonna be ok, it's gonna be ok." She continuously repeats trying to calm me.

I do as she suggests and attempt to zone out everything except the constant rhythm of her chest, with each heart beat I try to breathe.

As her chest rises I inhale and as it lowers I exhale.

I repeat this until I physically feel myself becoming more relaxed, until my head no longer feels like it's heavy and full. I do this until I can picture the sounds of the ocean and the calming blue of the sky.

Blue, I like blue.