The Light of my Dark Coma

The Light of my Dark Coma

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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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Agatha For years, I hadn't felt a single spark for any other living being. Had shut myself in a dark world where no one ever bothered to dive in. Not till I met Mr Trouble himself. And he made sure I felt his impact like lightning. I have secrets, dark secrets that terrify me. Can anyone else handle them without having to die? Or will history repeat itself? Will Born and raised in absolute poverty, the only way I could survive was always taking care of only myself. Then I moved schools and met this uptight redhead that everyone feared and avoided because she bathed in luxury. I wanted to test just how far she could go. How deep she could venture in her lavish lifestyle. I thought she was a spoiled brat thinking nobody leveled up to her class. I had vowed to humiliate and scar her. And that, I did. But later realised I was hurting myself too. Along the way, I might have found a much troubled soul than mine. One that had had to bear deep pain than anyone else alive. *25th Feb 2020* Close to 150 pages...(46,513 words)

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