I know I haven't posted in forever but Ill try to make up for it now :D
I do not own Bones. :(
I wanted to tell them everything. All the things I went through, all the things I dreamed- my deepest darkest fears come to life.
But I couldn't because they weren't real. The worst thing is though that even while I'm in this coma, I hear everything every word, every plea, every threat. How can my imaginary life seem so much more appealing than my real one?
Everyone who I left behind,
treats my body as a curse. One more day and we will pull the plug. ONE MORE DAY.
Its been two months and I lay here, a feeding tube stuck down my throat the incessant beeping ringing through my ears.
I have been counting the seconds, minutes and hours of everyday.
I will myself to move, to speak but I have nothing to say.
What life will I go back to?
What people will stand by my side?
The confines of my mind seem like a safer place than the rest of the world.
Only one thing seems more appealing –him. He loved me. I loved him. He died – I tried to follow him. And now here I lay in this hard bed trying to figure out how to join him on the other side of the hill.
I try to force my eyes open, but my lids feel heavy and I have no energy to do anything.
The doctor walks into the room and says that not much time is left. Nothing will change.
I hear cries full of painful sorrow but most of all ,I hear heaven's bells.
I count down the minutes, every second, every minute, every hour and finally hear the crying and the droning beep which sounds out the room.
I feel myself being pulled in and I am not resisting. Before I fully give myself over, I try to think of a reason, any reason to live.
The saddest part is, as I see his face glowing beneath his halo is that none come to mind- and I couldn't care less.
So what did you guys think? Reviews are much appreciated :D