I miss the voices. They Used to come to me every day. After while I knew who each one was, could identify who was here. The sweet,sad, longing voice belonged to my sweet love. That's the voice I longed for the most. In the beginning there were millions of voices there everyday. Voices telling me about life and what I was missing. Then they begain to fade. Soon there were no voices at all. No one came to talk to me, they left me for dead. The voices ended and the silence envoked, A cold, sterile, silence. Every day semed longer and longer. Then a new voice came, a friendly happy voice, there everyday. The voice talked of happiness, freedom and fun. She talked of work, life, all the things I longed to do again. Then the voice led to feelings. She would hold my hand, play with my hair, and rub my cheek. I knew then that she was more than a voice. I vowed then to get better, so I could meet the lovely woman behind that sweet voice. She's here now telling me about something her cat did. She wishes I could meet him. Today's the day, I'm gonna do it, open an eye and say hello. I shake as I slowly open one eye, trying to smile at her. She looks at me shocked. I sit and stare at her long brown hair, flowing down her back. I look at her dark brown eyes and smile. I try to speak but it doesn't come out. Just a little low groan, I sigh. She looks up smiling at me.
"Hey, don't try and speak. You've been unconscious for almost 4 months. By the way I'm Faith."
As hard as I struggle, my eyes drift shut again. I want to cry, angry that I cant be there with her. God shes pretty. I wonder what happened to Trish. I used to long for her, to hear her, till the day she came in and told me we were through, that she couldn't deal with me being like this.