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Interlocking Pieces

Interlocking Pieces

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At one point in time, I was just like you. I had a life. A life at peace where all I had to worry about was what I was going to look like the next day. That was before the accident that killed my mother. Now I still care what I look like, but it isn't the same. My mother is dead, my boyfriend nowhere to be found, and i still can't walk on my right leg. My boyfriend and I got in a wreck as the cops were chasing us, Kevin blacked out shortly before I did. I was put in the hospital. Then I was in a coma for 2 1/2 months, but I was dreaming in my coma, so I was told. But I don't think it's possible to dream while in one. It felt so real to me. Still today I believe the events in my 'dream' actually happened. How else do you explain my right leg being in the same cast as the one I dreamt of in my coma? It's now up for you to decide. Is it possible?
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"Treasure what're you doing awake by this time". I heard my mum voice trailing behind. I shivered,I knew perfectly the rules of not being awake by this time. I would only get scolded at and maybe my phone seized. But it's not really my fault for wanting a distraction from my messy life. I just couldn't take it anymore,I was tired of thinking of my life I was tired of blaming God for the circumstances before me. Sometimes I feel like a burden and sometimes I wished I was never born. Life is cruel and learning from you mistakes doesn't count anymore. I have been told about how things would be fine by my mates. Encouraging words to keep me going, but it's simply not working. I would have committed suicide but I don't want to put my mum through that pain. She is my most favorite person in the universe. "Tress I'm talking to you. What are you doing awake?" I could feel my mum presence right behind me and dare not move. "Mum I just woke up and was just scrolling through Facebook sorry". I said after waking up from my trance. "You know the rules,no phones at night. Don't make me believe you have a boyfriend. Goodnight and put off that phone. Mum loves you. Goodnight Tress". "Goodnight Mum,sorry for breaking the rules. It won't happen again. I love you too". I smiled at her and watched her leave. I was actually texting my boyfriend.. Thank goodness he didn't call tho. That was really close, didn't want my mum to worry about me....

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