Pinky: A Fictional Narrative

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Imagine hearing everyone you love crying, praying, and begging for you to just open your eyes or move your hand and you are trying your best but your body refuses to do what your brain tells it. It's killing me to hear Dmitri's voice constantly talking to me telling me how sorry he was and how much he loved me. I never thought my brother would be this depressed without me he cried almost every time he came into my room and Shanice was no better even though she tried to be strong she was failing miserably, but the voice I wanted to her the most was my angels. Not hearing Lyric’s sweet voice for so long was killing me, I have no idea how long I've been like this but it feels like forever, all I want is my life back. As soon as my eyes open I
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