Duress

Duress

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A car accident left me in a coma. The machine registers very little brain activity. “She is gone,” my family thinks. “No hope left.” But I am here. I can hear them. I can feel them. But, they can't hear me. I scream and shout, but nothing. I can't move any parts of my body. I lay in this hospital bed, hoping and wishing for someone to hear my cries. I have a month left; only a month left to wake up or find someone who can hear me – someone who can understand that I am still here and not gone. Till then, I remain trapped . . . trapped in this state of duress.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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