The Light of my Dark Coma

The Light of my Dark Coma

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., déc. 15, 2021
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Romance
The bright light hits me as I wake up. My eyesight is very blurry. Everything feels woozy, and my head is spinning. I focus my vision a little to where I can read. I look at the calendar. 2021? Isn't it 2017? "He is awake!" They come rushing in "Who are you!?" My fear appears from around the corner. They look at me in shock. Tears fall like a river on the beautiful woman's face. I look around to realize I am in a hospital. What is happening?! Death. We joke around about death. We say we wish we were dead, but you know you're scared. I mean who wouldn't be? What if you were dead, but alive at the same time. Your soul wanders as it try's to find itself. The difference between you and me is that well I am ok with death. Only thing that keeps me going is my little sister, Sapphire. This is going to be a sad story. If you are sensitive to abuse, I would recommend not reading this story. To everyone that will or has read this story. Thank you
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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