“Today was awful ” I sighed and closed my eyelids, letting the darkness take me over.

BANG!

I bolted upright, my eyes wide open.

What the hell was that?

I looked around for the source of the noise, but there was no one.

I turned around.

There was nothing there.

“Did I make it out of the coma?” I asked myself.

It was just my mind playing tricks on me.

I tried to open my eyes again but to no avail, so I decided to get some more sleep.

It was strange that I was feeling so tired while also being drowsy.

I yawned and fell back on my pillow.

Then I realized what I had been dreaming about.

“Oh my God,” I mumbled, and with all of my strength, I ripped the pillow from my face.

I looked around and saw nothing, but the voice.

“Who was it?” I asked myself.

I shook my head to clear my mind and turned my body around to sleep again, but the voice kept telling me to wake up.

“Who is it?” I asked myself, trying to take deep breaths to think clearly.

“I’m not falling back into the coma,” I answered myself.

“What do you mean?” It was obvious that voice belonged to someone that I didn’t know.

“I mean that if I don’t wake up in fifteen minutes, I will lose all of the time I have been awake.” I rubbed my eyes.

It was time.

I struggled to get out of bed, but the blanket was on me too tightly and I was still sleepy.

“Where am I?” I asked myself.

I couldn’t see.

I felt like a human that been asleep for years and was now just waking up.

It was exhausting.

“Where are my clothes?” I asked myself.

My clothes were all thrown out of my locker.

“I feel stiff,” I complained.

I swung my legs to the side of the bed.

It was dark.

The curtain to my room was closed.

I looked around the room for a light switch, but there wasn’t one.

I must have turned off the power while I was in the coma.

I tried to turn my body so that I could face the curtain.

The voices became louder as I sat up.

“Where are my clothes?” I asked.

The voices were getting closer.

I didn’t have much time.

I scooted up the bed and threw back the curtains.

The first thing I saw was another boy, lying in the same bed that I was.

His left arm was slung over his eyes, and he was on his back, his face turned away.

“It’s the same boy,” I said to myself.

I looked down and saw that my body was wrapped in white bandages.

I stood up and looked around.

I was in the hospital room.

A nurse was walking around the room with a stethoscope in her hand.

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She looked at me.

“Can I help you,” she asked me.

I nodded.

“I was just dreaming that I was in here too,” I said.

“Can you tell me what happened?” She stood up and walked over to the boy’s bed.

“He’s dreaming,” she told me.

“He is not yet awake.”

“Oh, okay.” I nodded and closed my eyes.

A few seconds later I heard the nurse walking down the hall again.

The voices were louder this time.

“He is trying to wake up,” she said to herself.

I wanted to know what happened, so I sat down in the bed next to the boy’s and spoke to him in a whisper.

“Wake up,” I said.

The boy lifted his arm and turned to face me.

“Where am I?” he asked.

I shrugged and he put his head down again.

“Don’t bother,” I said, “we’re the same.” He lifted his head again.

“What about my clothes?” he asked.

I sighed.

“Your clothes are in the laundry bag,” I told him.

“It’s on the other side of the room.” He looked at the curtain.

“Let me see,” he said.

I opened the curtains and he looked out.

“Holy shit,” he said.

“What the heck happened?”

“I don’t know,” I told him.

“I was in a coma.”

“I don’t understand,” he said and turned back to look at me.

“I didn’t go into a coma,” I told him.

“I was awake the whole time.”

“Yes, you were,” the boy said.

He looked at the nurse.

“What happened?” he asked her.

“What happened?” he asked again, his tone rising.

“What the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know,” the nurse said, “he just came here.

He looked like he had been in a fight, but I think he must have just been dreaming.”

“Dreaming?” the boy repeated.

“Are you messing with me?”

The nurse looked at me.

“I think so,” I said.

The boy just shook his head.

“I woke up and you were in a coma,” he said.

“What the hell?”

“Yeah,” the nurse said, “but he’s here.”

The boy looked back at the curtain, and for a second, he did seem as though he saw something else.

He looked back at me.

“What’s going on?” he asked me.

“Where am I?”

“Well,” I said, “I’m not sure.”

The boy closed his eyes.

“Are you dreaming?” he asked.

“What?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “like I was.”

I thought he was looking into my eyes, but I was wrong.

He was looking into the middle of my face.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Who are you?” I asked him, and my voice was trembling.

He put his hand on my cheek.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said.

“I’m not going to hurt you.

I’m not from this place.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He looked down as if remembering my name.

“Yannis,” he said.

“I’m Yannis.”

“Do you know who I am?” I asked.

He looked at the nurse.

“It’s time to wake up,” she said.

“It’s been a few hours.”

The boy smiled.

“It’s been a few years,” he said.

“I remember you,” he said.

“I’m glad you’re awake.”

The nurse looked at him.

“Time to wake up,” she said.

“And then there was nothing,” the boy said, as though it were a thing he was happy to have remembered.

He glanced back at the curtain.

“Come out,” he said.

“I’m waiting.”

That was the last I saw of him, though I’m sure I saw him a few more times that night.

He never talked to me, but he looked at me like he was asking me something.

Then he would look at the nurse.

She was the one who explained to me what happened to me.

I was in a coma, the girl with the white hair was my mom, and she was killed.

The nurse didn’t tell me that before, but I heard it when she told me I needed to rest.

When she asked me if I wanted to go home, I couldn’t move my body.

My mother was dead, and I was trapped inside this metal coffin, without a way to get out.

I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t think.

I didn’t even understand what was happening to me.

The nurse was the one who took care of me, but I had no way to communicate with her.

She was a nice nurse.

She spent the night with me, and she let me talk to her and tell her my thoughts, but she couldn’t help me.

I’m not even sure if she realized that I didn’t know how to move my body.

She kept trying to help me, but I couldn’t respond.

She took my hands, and she put them in ice water, but I didn’t respond.

“He needs a blood transfusion,” she said.

“He needs a transfusion right away.”

She looked at the boy, who was standing behind her.

“I can do it,” he said.

“Let’s do it.”

I wanted to scream at him, to fight him, but I couldn’t move anything.

The boy lifted my right arm and stuck the needle into my vein.

I felt him start to move it, and then he stopped.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

He pulled the needle out.

“He’s not going to respond,” the nurse said.

“I can’t.

I’m sorry,” he said.

I felt a stream of warm fluid filling my body.

It was almost as if I were asleep, or dreaming, but it felt real enough to me.

I’m not sure what happened after that.

I heard things, but I couldn’t respond.

I saw things, too, but I was still asleep.

When I woke up, it was dark outside.

I could hear the sounds of cars driving by outside my window, and I was inside this glass box.

It was very, very cold.

There was a girl, sitting beside me, and she was talking to me.

“Let me know when you can speak again,” she said.

“There’s still time.

I’m not worried.”

It was then that I realized I was wearing a hospital gown.

My mom was wearing one.

She was right next to me.

“I will,” she said.

“I will, sweetheart.

I promise.”

I heard a door close.

It sounded like a locker room.

Then, there was a man’s voice.

“You can wake up now,” he said.

“I’m gonna give you some pain medication, okay?”

I woke up.

It was still dark, but I could see through the tiny cracks in the glass.

I looked at the girl beside me, and she was crying.

I looked down at my body, which was hooked up to an IV.

I saw a tiny needle sticking out of my right arm.

“There’s blood in your IV,” the nurse said.

“You had an arm full of gauze and tape.

You were bleeding pretty badly.”

“It’s okay, you're safe and awake,” the boy said.

I looked around and couldn't see the boy

I turned to the girl "mom?"

"What happened to me"

"you were hit by a truck"

“ I thought you would never have woken up”

"But.."

"but what mom"

"there was this boy also"