Tomorrow

I Don't Wanna be Alone

    When I awoke again, I was restrained, not by the cords tying me to the monitors and machines. I was held down by uncomfortable restraints, which was a little bit more than annoying. I quickly looked around and attempted to pull against the restraints. That quickly turned out to be quiet useless. I felt like a victim captured by a major villain, tied down for torture reasons. Which didn't help me to calm down as I immediately wanted to take off and run away from this place.

    Wasn't that the thing that got me here in the first place? That was the exact reason I was here. Maybe I needed some impulse control. I glanced around again before I saw a button just in reach. I stretched and pressed the button. After a few minutes of waiting, a nurse came into the room along with a doctor. They glanced at each other with this look. Then they both looked both back at me with this pitying look.

    The nurse walked over to my side, "Miss. Reid, you were in a car crash a few days ago." She whispered, with this look of sadness and regret, as if there was something else she wasn't telling me. I swallowed before it hit me, a few days?

    "How long are a 'few days'?" I asked, my voice shaking from worry. I was scared for several reasons. I was terrified to find out what happened to my brother. I was fearful of how long I was out. She sighed and looked at the doctor with a questioning look.

    "Go ahead and tell her everything." The doctor said, before leaving the room. I looked back at the nurse with the fear running through my veins. I felt like my entire body had turned cold from the worry that came from these unanswered questions.

    "Your brother and you both survived the crash, though your brother is a worse condition." The nurse muttered, "He's in a coma." I swallowed, harder this time, I had to blink a couple of times to keep the tears from running down my pale cheeks. I felt as if I couldn't breathe, as if the entire world was pressing down on my chest.

    The nurse looked at me worriedly when she saw my reaction of hyperventilating. I couldn't believe it, so many things were running through my head. Car crash? Coma? Why was this happening? Why now, why to us? I wanted to think this was some sick nightmare, something I could wake up. But this was the reality, my brother was in a coma, and I have no one.

    My entire life was falling apart, though it did so several days ago apparently. How did we even crash? It puzzled me because my brother was amazing at driving, even for his age, everyone said so. But now, he might never drive again. I may never see his eyes, or hear his laugh. I may never see that smile that he gave me when he got home.

    I may never get to see nothing but my body of my brother, motionless, with no personality to associate with it, and no laugh for me to hear. They say you forget the voice of someone you love after not hearing it for a long time, and I don't want that to happen. I want to remember my brother, even if he never wakes up.

    As the nurse left the room, I finally could feel the dam of emotions begin to let go as it floods my heart. I felt as if I could become sick, cry, and hate myself all at once. I couldn't breathe as tears ran down my cheeks. It felt like I was just slapped, but I suspect that being hit would be a lot less painful.

    I just laid there, crying, wanting to curl up and cry. However, the restraints refused to let that happen. I continued to sob, I didn't want to believe this was happening. What would happen to me after I got out of the hospital? Would I be forced to go to an Orphanage? Foster care? I've heard horror stories of families from there. Families that starve their foster kids or beat them. I didn't want that future.

    I wanted to stay with my brother, to attend a middle school like a normal girl. I want a regular life, not this. Not this sadness filled, hate-fueled life. But this was what I got stuck with, walking a road of uncertainty. Will I go far away from here? Will I get stuck in Texas or Washington? The only place I've ever known, and I might have to leave against my will. I don't want to move homes, or go to a different school. Please, don't make me go, I don't wanna leave my world behind. Jake... please wake up.