I have been in a coma for years, i still know everything

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I had no complaints about my life. Growing up, my childhood was perfect. I lived in the ideal little neighborhood – everyone there was my friend! The kids my age and I were always up to something exciting. We got almost anything we asked for because our parents were cool like that. We’d never heard of any burglaries or any type of crime in the area so we had nothing to be afraid of. My school was the best too. I’d heard of lots of kids hating school but it was impossible for me to feel that way.

I lived with my mom, dad and little sister. We were better than any typical family from those unrealistic sitcoms like Full House. Our home was always filled with joy and laughter.

When I look back on my childhood that is what I remember – just pure bliss - until the worst night of my life.

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When I was ten years old, I was sitting in the living room playing with my new Nintendo DS when I thought I felt the floor shaking. I thought that maybe it was just a figment of my imagination but after a few seconds I knew it wasn’t. My house began to shake furiously. The books flew off the shelves and the furniture started moving around. I was terrified - so terrified that I couldn’t move. I was completely frozen. All I remember seeing after that was the chandelier falling off the ceiling and straight onto my head. I blacked out.

“Daren, Daren!” I heard my mother scream.

I wanted to respond to let her know that I could hear her, but I couldn’t. I could only hear the sounds around me. When I tried to talk, nothing happened.

I began to hear sirens then I felt myself being picked up and placed onto a stretcher. My mom, dad and little sister were all crying.

The hospital room was cold and I was terrified that I couldn’t see anything. I tried so hard to open my eyes but I just couldn’t. I tried to fall asleep because if I couldn’t respond to anything or communicate I decided it would be best to not be awake.

Every time I woke up and began to hear noises around me I tried to fall asleep again. Hearing people cry about my condition was simply too depressing for me.

The doctors said that they didn’t know if I would make it and nurses always passed and remarked that it was sad I was not able to enjoy my childhood like a normal boy. I’m not sure how long I stayed in there for but one day, I felt people moving my body onto a stretcher again.

“We don’t think he’ll ever wake up from this coma so it’s probably a good idea that you’ve decided to take him home.” a male voice said.

“This whole situation is so sad but we’d prefer to have our son home with us. We’ll take good care of him.” my mom said.

After a long drive and some more movement, I finally felt the soft sheets of my bed and smelled the familiar smell of my bedroom. I was home!

I felt more comfortable there but I deeply wished that I could wake up and return to my normal life. I could still hear everything that was going on around me.

Somehow my parents had managed to get everything that was necessary to take care of me. I was fed through tubes a few times a day and every time my mom came to my room to do that, she’d talk to me about her day and let me know what the kids were doing at school.

My little sister Jayda also came to talk to me every morning. She always started with the same line,

“Big brother, I miss you. I hope you can hear me. I don’t really have anyone to talk to and I wish you could answer.”

Then she’d tell me all about her friends at school and what new game she was playing with her dolls.

For a few months it was simple like this but then my parents began to argue a lot.