Trapped In A Coma

I remember the soft hugs dad would give me, when I would do something good in school. I wish I could just tell dad one last time to hold me tight in his arms. I wish I listened to mum when she would tell me of, she only told me for a reason. That reason was because she cared.

this story will place you on the edges of your seat, and leave you jaw gapping with chilling goosebumps running up and down your body