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Your mother would be disappointed if she saw me now,” my dad hollers, getting quiet at the end. “Mom would NEVER be proud of you either way, after the way you kept abusing me all these years! I remember her. She was kind and beautiful, and I fell apart when she died in that car crash, too. She would HATE you for sure if she saw how you have treated me these past years. You think you're doing the best for me? Mom wouldn’t say the same,” I hiss with anger. I can still picture my mom in my mind. The way her gentle sweet voice rang through my head. The way her gentle hands cradled me. I was five when she died in a car accident. My mom was pregnant again. It was late at night with a light drizzle in the air. My dad was home panicking because my mom said that she must get to the hospital. She had said something about her water breaking. My dad argued with her and told her he should drive her, but my mom insisted on just calling a cab. My dad finally gave in, and she waddled out of the house with her hands over her stomach. But everything went wrong, a reckless driver crashed into the taxi. The whole front side of the car was trashed, and just like that, she was gone forever. way. You have NO idea what I have been through! And now, you are going to be sorry you said that!” he howls. Before I know what’s happening, he yanks open a locker with so much force the door of the locker makes a huge dent in the locker next to it. My dad pulls out a fire extinguisher stored in a locker. The teachers start running to him as he races towards me. All I can do is let my eyes widen in realization and struggle to get up. “Erren, no! Get out of the way!” I hear Jordan scream, frantically motioning for me to move. My dad’s face goes even redder. “Don’t you EVER talk to me that

But my dad gets to me first, and everything seems to slow down from there. He holds the fire extinguisher with both hands on the operating levers and raises it so high it covers the light above me. I watch him bring it down towards me. I look down towards the floor closing my eyes. The back of my head shears and explodes with pain. I guess it literally is exploding with blood too. “ERREN!” I hear Jordan shout out, but all I can see is the beige tiled floor. His voice sounds so far away. I let darkness slowly trickle over my vision. “Please, ma’am, I’m her best friend. You're a nurse, please tell me if she is going to wake up.” I know that voice so well— it’s Jordan’s. He’s talking to a nurse? That must mean I am in a hospital. But I can’t see anything. My eyelids are too heavy to open, and I can't feel my head. Then I hear something, the nurse’s voice, whispering in my ear. “Listen, honey, I know you have been through so much, and I understand if you want to move on. But if you want to stay here, to continue living in this world, you're going to have to fight. Fight against this coma. Fight for the ones who are still here for you,” So, I’m in a coma, and if I wanna live I will have to fight back. I could try, but would my fight be enough?

To be continued…

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