Writing Prompt

I don’t consider myself lucky.

As much as some of the people around me, like my mother, father, sister and even my friends really don’t agree with me, I wish I never woke up from that coma.

I when it happened, how could I forget. But I guess I don’t actually know what happened, not completely, because after the crash, I was comatose.

I wasn’t having a very good day, I woke up a bit late because my alarm didn’t go off. Luckily my mom was still home, getting ready for work and to drive my little sister to school.

At the time, my sister was only seven, she happened to not be feeling too well that day so in the middle of the school day, she asked me if I could call mom and go home with her. I did, but I didn’t realize that’d be the worst decision of my life.

On the way home, a transport truck beside us swerved and there were a bunch of crashing sounds, until there was nothing.

When I woke up, I didn’t actually wake up, which I have now learned. Turns out, when I went unconscious, I didn’t actually wake up. I stayed comatose for over a year. But I didn’t know I was in a coma, there was no way to tell, everything that has happened in the past year, was all in my head. None of it happened in reality.

Some of the things I loved the most don’t even exist, like my favorite band, for instance. All the memories I’ve had from the last year, are all fake, none of it was real, none of it actually happened.

So when I say I wish I didn’t wake up, I mean it. Sure, if I could go back and prevent the crash, I would. But now that I’ve gone through so many things that were very important to me, only to find that it was all pretty much a dream,

I find myself wanting to go back to the reality that my mind created.