Spectral

Is been three weeks since the accident and sometimes I wonder what would happened if I died that day. Would things have been different? Instead I am watching myself in a hospital bed, peaceful. I am standing there a long time, just watching myself and hearing the only sounds in the tiny room from the machines; the beeping of my heartbeats in a steady rhythm. Seeing my brown hair in a braid and the ugly hospital gown. How I wished for something else, that's when I feel it. Like someone is watching me, but that can't be; I am invisible. I remember the first week, everything was so new. I didn't understand, I was so confused and scared. I didn't know what was happening, and why it was happening to me. However after the first week of totally meltdown I understood it. This was my punishment and I had to accept it. That nobody could see or talk to me. That I was all alone and watching the world go by, while I lie in a coma and looking peaceful. I was fine with it, that's what I thought for a while, but when my parents never showed up. It was like something died inside of me. I waited. Waited thirteen days for them to come. Just sat there, never leaving. After that I knew, they weren't coming. I knew what happened to them and well. I lost them.