As the years went by, I soon realized that people around me were changing and moving on. It’s almost like no one was fazed by what happened to me. None of my friends wanted to friends after the incident and the school slowly just stopped helping me. Everyone just kinda forgot about me, I mean I talk to everyone and no one seems to hear me. I try to make myself seen by slamming lockers, doors in the bathrooms, but people just get scared...I mean I guess that’s what happens when you die and can’t move on...
As I lay in bed a haze of familiar smoke engulfs me. Suddenly I feel light as a feather and stiff as a board. My vision becomes blurry and everything hazy. I start to feel my feet, than my legs, than my arms, I can feel my blood pulsing throughout my body. I can hear my mom and dad crying, I hear a heart monitor beeping and the smell of a hospital and a woman cleaning. I open my eyes and the doctor looks at me, To my surprise I’ve been in a coma for 6 years.
(Hope this helps)