MOTHER'S ANGER

Have you ever been in a dream but then it feels like you're not in it? This is how I'm feeling right now. I don't know if I'm in a dream or not. All I could hear is the beeping of a machine, by the sound of it, it looks like I'm in a hospital. Funny thing is, I don't even know how I got into the hospital. I don't even know how long I've been here and which hospital I'm in. All I know is that I have to get out of here and I'm very thirsty. I heard the door being opened before I could open my eyes and when I did everything was blur, indicating that my eyes have been closed for a very long time. I heard footsteps approaching me and I looked in the direction where they were coming from. A doctor wearing a white coat and glasses smiled at me. "You're awake. Good!" I wanted to ask him how I got here but my throat was dry, nothing came out. He seemed to notice that and grabbed a water bottle in one of the tables near the window. He gave it to me and I drank almost all of it. "Thank you." I managed to say and he smiled and checked his file. "I was expecting you to wake up yesterday but it seems you weren't so eager to be out of coma yet." "Coma?" When did that happen? "Yes, you've been in a coma for nine months now and I was beginning to lose hope. I'm glad you're awake and you seem well." I don't understand. As far as I can recall, I wasn't in an accident and I definitely don't suffer from any disease or virus. "I don't understand Doc, please can you explain it further." "Of course. Nine months back, someone called the hospital requesting an ambulance. They said they found you lying in front of an abandoned building not far from here. "We sent the team and they brought you here. It seemed like you somehow fainted while you were there or maybe someone put you there. "I tried checking if I could find the person who made the call or perhaps the person who dumped you there but everything was a dead end. I had to give up, I hope you understand." No! I don't understand anything. Nothing of this makes sense. I wanted to shout that to him but I told myself that I had to play it cool. "It's okay doctor, I totally understand." I forced a smile. Am I even in a real hospital? I can't help but feel like something is not right. How can I just forget what happened to me before I was admitted here? Even if I was unconscious when they found me, at least I should be able to remember what happened before any of that. I know I have never been a careless person in my life which means I wasn't drunk. It's not that I don't drink, I just don't drink enough to be drunk. I have to get out of here, I know if I go to my apartment I'll get all the answers that I want. I always write something in my diary every day. I wanted to write my first novel when I graduated from high school which is why I bought the diary. I write new ideas every day, everything I think will be useful when I start writing. I hate that I always postpone when I have to write but I have no choice, I'm having a hard time with college work and working at a cafeteria next to the college. I can't even choose between the two, I need a college degree and I need that job to pay rent. My apartment is not expensive but my parents can't afford to pay for everything. I know they are also struggling with my college fees so I don't want to see them worried about everything. "You're free to leave the hospital anytime you want, maybe not today but you can leave tomorrow. I will arrange your discharge papers and you will have to sign them for me. "I would advise that you get someone to come and get you but if you are okay with leaving by yourself then that's also okay." "Thank you, Doc. I don't know where my phone is though." I think I should call my parents. "I'll bring it for you, I kept it safe." he left and after a few minutes, he was back with a black purse. My purse, my favourite purse. I took it from him after thanking him. After finding my phone, I charged it and waited a bit. I switched it on after that and searched for my dad's number. Before I could make the call, several messages started popping. I opened the first one, from my dad. Papa at 19:52 12 April Honey, I hope you are safe wherever you are. Your mother is worried and so am I. Call me as soon as you get this message. Love you. When did he send this message? Does this mean he doesn't know I'm in a hospital? I checked the date from the calendar on the wall. This message was sent seven months back. It was the last text dad sent me. I checked another one. This one was sent the day before the one I just read. Where the hell are you? I've been trying to call you for the past week and all your friends are saying they haven't seen you for two weeks now. Your apartment is locked and even your landlord is still waiting for you to pay rent. Call me soon, your mom is worried. Just call and tell us that you're okay. You don't have to explain anything, you can even send a text if you want. Love you. Always. Oh dad! I'm sorry. I don't even know if I have to continue reading those messages or not. I know there's a lot but I think they will give me clues. I don't even want to think about the possibility of my parents not knowing about me being in this hospital.