I Woke Up From a Long Coma — and Realized Something Didn’t Feel Right
“Mom… Dad is anticipating your arrival. Do not wake up, please.
After being imprisoned in an oppressive darkness for twelve days—like being buried alive—that was the first sound I heard.
I was immobile.
I was unable to talk.
My skull felt like it was being ripped apart by glass fragments even as I breathed.
But I knew that voice right away.
“Ethan…”
Standing next to my hospital bed, my nine-year-old son sobbed softly and held my hand in the same manner as when he was terrified of fireworks.
“Mom, please squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” Please.
I made an effort.
I really did try.
However, my body refused to react.
A nurse came in and talked about blood pressure, IV fluids, and how amazing it was that I was still alive. She reported that my SUV had veered off the road close to a mountain bend.
Everyone was saying the same thing again and over:
“Oh no, Emily lost control.”
However, I couldn’t recall losing control.
My spouse Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table and sliding papers in my direction when I last saw him.
“Em, just sign. It’s to safeguard our resources.
I declined.
My brakes failed that same evening.
Once more, the door opened.
With haste, Ethan released my hand.
“You again?” Ryan yelled. “She can’t hear you, as I told you.”
“All I wanted was to see her.”
“Go sit with your aunt Claire.”
Claire.
My sister.
The person who, when we were younger, braided my hair. The one who sobbed in the ICU and vowed to sacrifice her life for me.
The room echoed with the click of her heels.
She said, “Let him say goodbye.” “The notary will arrive shortly.”
Ryan responded icily, “The doctor’s already said it.” “I won’t pay to keep a lifeless body alive.”
a lifeless body.
I felt a wave of rage.
“My mother is returning!” Ethan sobbed.
Ryan chuckled quietly. “No, she isn’t.”
Claire adjusted my hair while leaning in close.
“She enjoys playing the victim, even when she is unconscious,” she muttered.
Her voice then became even quieter.
“We move the boy abroad after she passes away. Everything is set up already.
Ethan took a step back.
“Are you taking me?”
Ryan remarked, “Somewhere you won’t ask questions.”
“I want my mother!”
“She no longer makes decisions.”
She does, indeed! She advised me to contact Ms. Parker if something went wrong!
Quiet.
Parker, Ms.
My attorney.
Two weeks ago, my will was altered by the only person who knew.
The door was locked by Ryan.
“What attorney?”
Claire tensed up. “That child is overly knowledgeable.”
After that—
It took place.
Just one finger.
It shifted.
When Ethan saw it, he remained silent.
“Mom, don’t move,” he said as he leaned in close. I’ve already made a help call.
“What did you say?” Ryan lost his temper.
“I declared my love for her.”
Claire took out her handbag.
“Downstairs is the notary.”
Ryan tightened his grip on my hand.
“Emily, you’re signing those documents. One way or another.
However, I was no longer dying.
I was holding out.
There came a knock five minutes later.
Claire remarked, “That must be the notary.”
The door parted.
However, the voice that came next wasn’t that of a notary.
“Good night, Ryan. Tell her why her brakes were cut before you touch her again.
Everything came to a halt.
And I became aware of—
This was just the start.
The heart monitor sounded louder because the stillness was so oppressive.
Ryan carefully let go of my hand, not out of fear but out of strategy.
He questioned, “Who let you in?”
Ms. Parker calmly retorted, “The same staff who already spoke to the police.”
My sole ally.
My sole defence.
I couldn’t warn her because I was still confined to my own body.
Because Ryan wasn’t the true threat.
Claire was there.
She didn’t sound afraid.
She sounded agitated.
“This is absurd,” she declared. “Emily was involved in an accident.”
Ms. Parker said, “Interesting accident.” “There was nothing wrong with the brakes. They were sliced.
Claire leaned in close to my ear.
She muttered, “That proves nothing.”
However, her hand shook.
For the first time—
She felt scared.
Ms. Parker remarked, “Not everyone knew she’d take that road.” “And not everyone gains from her passing.”
Ryan forced a chuckle. “Advantage? My spouse is unconscious.
“Your spouse altered her will.”
The space went cold.
Claire took a step back.
“That isn’t feasible—”
It’s too late.
“How is that impossible?” Ms. Parker enquired.
Ethan gripped my hand firmly.
Ryan blurted out, “That document doesn’t count.” “She wasn’t thinking straight.”
Ms. Parker answered, “She was perfectly lucid.” For Ethan, everything is now in a trust. And if something were to happen to her, neither of you could be near him.
That’s when I realised.
They desired more than simply the cash.
My youngster was everything they desired.
to keep him under control.
to make him vanish.
Claire’s tone became acerbic.
“This is becoming unmanageable.”
She moved in closer once again.
“Perhaps we ought to have ensured that she never woke up.”
The room was filled with something chilly.
metal.
“Enough,” she declared.
Ms. Parker said, “Put it down.”
Then Ethan said something.
“Aunt Claire, you mentioned that earlier.”
The silence broke.
“What?” Ryan made a demand.
Ethan said, “I heard you.” Mom wouldn’t sign, you said. One curve, according to Aunt Claire, would solve the problem.
Claire swore.
“Keep quiet.”
However, Ethan continued.
“You promised to take me away after telling everyone she was exhausted.”
Ryan took a stride in his direction.
“Come on over here.”
Ms. Parker responded, “Don’t touch him.”
I made an effort to move.
to yell.
to keep him safe.
However, all I could do was—
I moved my hand.
More than a finger this time.
Ethan sensed it.
Claire noticed it.
and grinned.
“Observe that… she’s awakening.”
The door was locked by her.
And as Ryan took hold of Ethan—
Outside, a voice yelled:
“Police! “Open the door!”
However, Claire was already too near.
Ms. Parker said, “Let him go.”
Claire’s hands clenched.
“What is mine is not taken by anyone.”
The door trembled.
“Police!”
Ryan turned pale.
“Claire, please stop.”
“You’re afraid now?” she yelled.
“You stopped applying the brakes!”
“Because you were unable to!”
The truth was broken apart by each syllable.
Ms. Parker remained silent.
She didn’t have to.
Everything was being recorded by her.
The door flew open.
Officers hurried in.
Claire stumbled and dropped something.
A scalpel.
After escaping, Ethan came running toward me.
“Mom.”
With all of my remaining resources—
I gave his hand a squeeze.
difficult.
“She’s awake!” he exclaimed.
I made myself open my eyes.
The light burnt. Everything became hazy.
However, I did saw him.
My son.
alive.
secure.
I muttered, “I’m here.”
As they arrested him, Ryan yelled.
Claire let out a cry.
“She had everything all the time!”
And at last I got it.
It wasn’t just greed.
Years of jealousy were involved.
Growing, hidden.
lethal.
After several months…
I was still recovering.
both emotionally and physically.
However, Ethan was there each time I opened my eyes.
He was shielded by my will.
Claire and Ryan lost everything.
They betrayed one another in court.
And justice arrived.
I didn’t turn around.
I relocated to a modest home.
Silent.
tranquil.
A tree was planted by Ethan.
“So, Mom, it grows with you.”
I still get scared sometimes.
However, he then queries:
“Mom, are you still here?”
And I respond:
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m still here.
Because occasionally—
People attempt to bury you too soon.
However, occasionally—
You return.
THE FINISH.
