It was eerie. I had my eyes open; at least, I thought I did, but all I could see is the dark. I couldn't help but think I lost my eyesight, and I screamed. Throwing my arms, I laid on the group far too scared to get up.

Suddenly, my hand felt something hard and cold — a sharp pain was left behind.

Suddenly, I could see.

A flashlight was in my hand, but I couldn't place where the pain was coming from.

I turned it on, and the light spread through the dark black.

There was nothing. I was in an empty room — all by myself.

"Hello," I whispered, finally having the strength to get onto my feet. Suddenly, in the distance, I spotted a man and a woman. "Help," I screamed, running over to them. "Help!"

They didn't notice me.

When I got close enough, I reloaded the woman was holding a baby to her chest.

I couldn't tell who it was, but I could see a blurry outline of her body shape. "Look at her!" She squealed, smiling down at what I can assume to be the newborn.

"I am," the man's voice chuckled. He kissed his child on the head. With one blink, they were both gone.

"Play with me!" A familiar voice cried, and I turned towards the sound as fast as I could. My eyes widen when I recognize my childhood best friend — who had passed away from cancer when she was seventeen.

Then without a warning, I saw myself, as a five year old, tuning over to her after rolling her eyes. "I'm coming!"

They disappeared before I could move to follow.

I grabbed my head, "What the hell?"

Where was I?

I looked around, realizing the room wasn't so dark anymore and that my flashlight died.

I walked around, careful of my well being. This place was unknown to me, and, maybe, everyone I knew. Walking toward a random direction, I reached a building that looked like my high school. Running inside, I slammed the door shut.

I hoped it was safer to be in here than out there.

Nobody was here — or at least, I couldn't see or hear anyone. The halls were empty, almost like it was summer vacation. Was it summer?

The halls weren't empty for long. It seemed like thousands of students walked out of the building. I could point of friends I made in college all the way back when I was in elementary school. I pulled my hair, crying, "What is happening?"

I walked, naturally towards my class — moving on autopilot as tears continued to roll down my face.

Someone started to yell in my face, "Wake up!"

"I am awake!" I yelled back.

"Wake up. Wake up! Please!" The voice slowly changed, almost reminding me of my mother.

Then my mother's voice echoed, "You need to was wake up. You can do it. Please baby."

"I am awake!" I cried again. "Mom!"

"They're... they're going to take you off of the machine." She started to cry, "Wake up, Abby."

Machine? Where am I? Why was I hearing voices?

"Ma'am, are you ready?"

I could hear my mother sob, "What are the changes that she will wake you again?"

"Unfortunately, it's is extremely low. It would be a miracle for her to wake up. She's been in this state for a year now."

The last thing I heard was my mother saying, "I love you, Abby."

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