I Don't Believe in Fairytales

Please, wake up.

Those three words have constantly been repeated. I think those words along with the voice is what kept me trying to wake up, but it is so hard. It is always so dark and it feels like I am detached from my own body. For however long I have been trapped in the darkness that voice has never left my side. Every time I hear those whispered words I have this sense of desperation and longing for the individual behind the voice.

I deeply wanted to awaken from this darkened abyss. It felt like I was a prisoner in my own mind and I needed to break out. I forced all the strength I could muster up to try to fight against the shadowed walls blocking my freedom. The harder I would fight the more I could sense the cracks breaking down in the confines of my mind.

All of my senses were focused on the small, bright, white light. Subconsciously, I raced towards the light as the closer I got towards it the brighter it would get. As I approached what I would assume to be my release, I could hear sounds that would pick up in octaves as I neared the illumination. Reaching the radiant glow all of my senses were heightened I could feel the amount of pain overtaking my body and I could muffled noises close by.

I forced my eyelids to open only to squint against the harsh fluorescent lights. Blinking my eyes to adjust to the lighting I took in my surroundings. I was in a small white painted room that had curtains covering the left side of the room. The open window was letting in the warm breeze and the bright sunlight. I looked down to see I was lying down on a bed covered in white sheets and I was wearing a long, white, cotton gown.

Bringing up my right arm, I narrowed my eyes on the tubes sticking out of my flesh. Looking to the right I could see the machines I was hooked up to and I could hear the annoying noises they were making. My entire body was stiff and just when I was about to try to sit up the white curtain moved aside and a man walked into the room.

The tall man had huge muscular arms with colored ink covering his skin and was wearing all dark clothing. His hazel orbs locked with my eyes as a big grin sprouted on his face making deep dimples to pop out on his cheeks. His large stature quickly strolled over towards the side of my bed as he bent down on one knee. He took my tiny hand in his larger one and rubbed small circles with his thumb on my soft skin.

"I am so glad you're awake," he said, relieved, "I thought you weren't going to wake up."

Reluctantly, I removed my hand out of his grasp even though I wanted to keep touching his warm skin. His voice rang a bell in my head indicating that he was the one who had stayed by my side and helped me to wake up. He looked sad when I took my hand back, but he still kept the smile etched on his flawless face.

"Who are you?" My small timid voice asked.

When that question left my mouth his face fell and he looked devastated. A frown replaced the once beautiful smile he had.

"You don't remember me?" He questioned.

I shook my head as I mumbled out a no. I could not remember much, all of my memories were fuzzy. It made me feel sad to not know who he was or who I was for that matter.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"Okay, I'll call the nurse in so she can get the doctor," he told me, reaching over my body to press the red button beside my bed.

Not long after he pressed the button, a young woman with long brown hair and light caramel colored skin wearing blue scrubs walked into the room. She smiled at me as she walked towards the machines hooked up to my body looking over them.

"It's great to finally see you awake," she said, happily, "He has not left your side since you got here."

I looked up at the man to see he was staring down at me with a small smile on his lips. Averting my gaze, I turned my attention back to the nurse who was pressing buttons on the machines which made some of the annoying sounds to cease.

"I will go tell the doctor you woke up and he will be with you shortly," she informed us before leaving.

There was a comfortable silence enveloped between us. The man sat down on the dark brown chair beside my bed. His warm honey eyes stared at me and it was making me feel very awkward. Thankfully that feeling was shattered quickly when the an older man dressed in a white coat stepped into the room.

"We are all happy to see you are awake Miss Pierce," the older man said smiling at me.

What kind of last name is Pierce? Well, I guess that is my last name. These people here are kind of freaking me out a little with all the smiling and happy talk. I stared at the doctor as he flipped through papers on his clipboard.

"Well it seems everything is good except for that bump you have on your head and a few bruises, but they should heal up soon," he assured me.

"Why don't I remember anything?" I asked making the doctor look up from the clipboard.

"It is very common for coma victims to experience memory loss," he explained, "but we will keep you tonight and run some tests."

The doctor smiled at me once more before leaving the room. My mind was running a mile a minute with questions. I turned my attention to my handsome stranger to see he was still in the same position on the chair. He was my only chance of getting any answers to fill in the void of my forgotten memories.

"How long was I in a coma for?" I curiously inquired.

"Ten days," he stated.

An inaudible gasp escaped through my lips. I couldn't believe I was in a coma for ten days. What if I never woke up? What would have happened to me? There was so much I needed to know and I intended to get all the information that I could.