The Coma

The story started like this, I died and you died.

what's My Name?

"This is the world of the living, where being alive flows and death joins oblivion."

The name next to the bed is written very illegibly and I'm in a room I hate, even though I've escaped it, time and time again.

I did but I came back to it.

When I left the room, people pointed at me and booed, but I was looking for a sign of life, yet my body was rotten and it was as if someone was telling me that I was already dead.

"You can't be alive, your name is written on the board completely illegible, you have no identity."

I stopped and saw that young girl staring at me with blue eyes, eyes like a hundred Dancing blue butterflies.

It reflected the dead inside me.

I didn't know her, but she was the one who sneaks in and watches me every day.

I didn't know her, but the main problem was that I didn't know myself either.

"You are a Human on this damn bed all the time you were lying or laughing, how many people enter the room every day and cut your veins with a fruit knife; Why are you struggling so much? What do you want to live for?"

"I want to understand the voice of life, the voice of living people, I think that there is never enough time to feel it. I didn't do these things, I was in a place where someone was talking to me, that person was like you, but Abby's butterflies There was a number in her eyes that I remember being alive, the faded words, she always wanted me to live"

"What a lie! All the days that I was by your side, you screamed in your sleep and wished to die, now that you are dead What do you want to live for? Did you have an illusion that a long red thread will bring you back to life?"

The girl was holding a red yarn in her hand and was knitting a shawl with the end sticking out of the window.

"At least I know that you catch cold easily, you react quickly to the change of seasons and when the blue butterfly season is coming, you keep sneezing, I know all this about you, but you don't even know your own name.you know, even if you find a name for yourself, it doesn't prove that you can live."

I don't understand if she answered me or questioned my words. I didn't understand many things, I had just woken up and I felt insecure. Maybe I forgot the meaning of life, but I didn't have a place in my memories, as if I knew Life is important to me, maybe he was right, maybe I was dead days ago, maybe I have a desire to live. I didn't show it, but I knew that life is everything. This was what always came from the butterfly-eyed girl's lips

Oh, it could be heard when the living butterflies inside her eyes were dancing.

I didn't remember anything but it was my right to learn again.

I heard a thin and unknown voice, it sounded like my mother, I didn't know her but I knew a girl like me who Her name is unreadable and she knows her identity, she calls her mother. I did not know my name and I had no identity.

So I didn't say the word mother.

"My child, you should not get up, how can someone who has only been back to this world for a week leave the room."