A Coma
Chapter 2 (Inside Haruka's Soul)
What is this feeling inside of me? What did I do to myself? Oh my god. What is this light I'm walking toward? I don't want to die anymore. I've got to fight this.
I walk around in this endless nothing, nothing here, nothing anywhere, I don't know which way to go. I'm confused. One side, I hear people calling me names, the same names they had called me when I was in the real world. That was the dark side.
On the other side I hear people saying that they love me. That everything is happy on that side. That's the light side.
Inside my head I'm screaming, outside, I'm in a deep coma. I hear people say that they're unsure if I'll wake up. I had done a lot of damage to the inside of my stomach due to the pills and vodka and had several stitches in both of my wrists. I have been in critical condition for over a week.
I'm stuck in the middle, the middle of nothing. Is this what I wanted? I didn't think I would actually go this far, I'm afraid of dying now. I'm going to miss everyong. And I know everyone misses me. I hear everyone talking to me and I smell the flowers.
Even the people that made fun of me are saying sorry to me, I feel really bad now. Everyone misses me. I'm sitting now, sitting in the middle of my emptiness, just listening to the voices around me. The voices from my past, my father's voice, my mother's, the people from school.
"Sit still, you know you'll like it." I heard my father's voice, clear as day behind me.
I turn around and listen to the voice as it continues.
"No man will treat you as well as me." I rubbed my cheek, remembering where he slapped me, to get me to stop crying. "Just stop moving or I'll hit you again. If you tell anyone...I'll kill you."
I still remember that evening. I was doing my Modern Japanese homework and talking on the phone. It was exactly 7:45 P.M. He barged right into my room. He was drunk, I could smell it on his breath. I hung up with Makoto and tried to stay calm with him, he had a bad temper when he's drunk. He took control of me and threw me to my bed, and he made me swear never to say a word about that night, and I haven't, not until the letter I wrote.
I just hope he gets the punishiment that he deserves.
Chapter 2 (Inside Haruka's Soul)
What is this feeling inside of me? What did I do to myself? Oh my god. What is this light I'm walking toward? I don't want to die anymore. I've got to fight this.
I walk around in this endless nothing, nothing here, nothing anywhere, I don't know which way to go. I'm confused. One side, I hear people calling me names, the same names they had called me when I was in the real world. That was the dark side.
On the other side I hear people saying that they love me. That everything is happy on that side. That's the light side.
Inside my head I'm screaming, outside, I'm in a deep coma. I hear people say that they're unsure if I'll wake up. I had done a lot of damage to the inside of my stomach due to the pills and vodka and had several stitches in both of my wrists. I have been in critical condition for over a week.
I'm stuck in the middle, the middle of nothing. Is this what I wanted? I didn't think I would actually go this far, I'm afraid of dying now. I'm going to miss everyong. And I know everyone misses me. I hear everyone talking to me and I smell the flowers.
Even the people that made fun of me are saying sorry to me, I feel really bad now. Everyone misses me. I'm sitting now, sitting in the middle of my emptiness, just listening to the voices around me. The voices from my past, my father's voice, my mother's, the people from school.
"Sit still, you know you'll like it." I heard my father's voice, clear as day behind me.
I turn around and listen to the voice as it continues.
"No man will treat you as well as me." I rubbed my cheek, remembering where he slapped me, to get me to stop crying. "Just stop moving or I'll hit you again. If you tell anyone...I'll kill you."
I still remember that evening. I was doing my Modern Japanese homework and talking on the phone. It was exactly 7:45 P.M. He barged right into my room. He was drunk, I could smell it on his breath. I hung up with Makoto and tried to stay calm with him, he had a bad temper when he's drunk. He took control of me and threw me to my bed, and he made me swear never to say a word about that night, and I haven't, not until the letter I wrote.
I just hope he gets the punishiment that he deserves.