To My Shattered Soul

I watched water pouring from all four corners of the room and the water filling inside the glass, I screamed and cried for help my face was turning red all I saw was Peter banging the glass I stopped crying when I saw Peter’s fist bleeding, I was convinced these are my last minutes alive.

I shook my head and asked him to stop doing it, I opened my mouth but I couldn’t speak as if I had no voice left, I moved my lips clear enough to make him understand “Stay with me” This is what I wanted to say.

He stopped banging the glass but he couldn’t stop crying “I need you” I heard him but in a very low voice, as it was fading away. I watched him one last time, as I lost my breath and I lay down on the ground my eyes started closing when I almost took my last breath.

I could see light a very bright one! And blur! I saw a hand and it came my way, it grabbed me with my collar and pulled me out, I felt myself breathing out loud and when I turned around I saw Peter looking at me with his eyes red and flooded with tears.

“I thought I lost you!” He placed his hand again on the glass where later I placed mine. I was breathing heavily, I still couldn’t believe I went through all of that and I am still alive!

It was something that I hardly think I’d ever be able to move on from, I thought it was my last breath, yet here I am.

After a while when we pulled ourselves back together we decided to talk about it, so we…. So I don’t have to go through anything like that ever again.

“I don’t understand where that water came from?” I looked around and there was not a single drop in there anymore, not any crack no water marks.

“Water?” He seemed confused because according to him there was no water, but he believed me, I don’t know how, but he did, that’s what matters.

I told him everything that happened, and after listening to the entire story he noticed something that I couldn’t have possibly figured out on my own, something that made me believe he was real.

All this time I thought I was just badly injured and went into a coma but now I understand, my coma had something to do with Jordan! I mean literally! He was the reason why I wasn’t waking up, and now my mission was to wake up and teach him a lesson and learn what is he up to.

And that’s when my final chapter began, Peter and I must figure out a way to wake me up.

We were not ready to say goodbye, but none of us were selfish enough to let others die for our happiness, because I was convinced if he was trying to kill me he must’ve been trying to hurt my parents too, Daddy’s words meant something, didn’t they? and this wasn’t goodbye after all.

One thing was clear! And it was “I have to die here in order to wake there!” How do I know? I don’t know how but I just know! This was the most confusing part when we started to attempt different methods to wake me up.

“First attempt: Suffocate myself to death” Peter hated my idea but we had to try something.

I lay down on the ground and I held my breath, 15 minutes passed nothing happened, 30 minutes passed, 1 hour, and “I’m out!” I sat back with my legs crossed.

“We are getting nowhere” I sighed with disappointment “I didn’t even feel the slightest suffocation” I smirked with disappointment.

“What if I hit my head on the wall?” This idea made him furious.

“Are you crazy?” He yelled at me for the first time, he couldn’t let me do it but we didn’t have any other choice.

I asked him to go out, I knew he couldn’t watch me doing that so as soon as he got out I started banging my head on the wall.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? This is how it felt, movement slowing down as you are in water and your movement gets limited, hitting my head felt like nothing as my head was trying to get to the wall but it never reached, so here my second attempt failed.

What about the third one? There was no third attempt! We gave up, what else I could do there to kill myself? I couldn’t get poison in here? And even if I could I am pretty sure it wouldn’t work either, seeing how lucky I am these days.

We’ve never been this serious together, we just sat back to back and kept thinking about what to do, all of a sudden our feelings and happiness meant nothing, the only thing important for us was to think of a way to get me out of there.

“When we slept last night I wanted to tell you so much, but today I realized it’s not the right time, I wonder if there will ever be a right time” I closed my eyes resting my head on the glass.

“Maybe it is the right time!” He exclaimed with such energy that made me turn back to him “Do you remember we watched a movie? Where one of the lead characters had to face their darkest secret to get out of the prison?”

I clearly got his point and his idea was far better than choking or banging.

“Alright, Daisy say anything you want to say! Anything!” He sat back all ready for whatever I had to say.

But this is it! I had nothing left to say! I told him everything, what was left for us to say? But we still made a deal, first, he will get his medicines and he will change his bandage, or he will get someone to change his bandage, and then… I will speak.