The Death Of A Coma

Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began

The stench of death hit my nostrils as I opened the door to go inside, which is why I always hated going to the hospital. We waited the fifteen minute queue, until I heard my name from a nurse. I followed the nurse into a small, beige room. I sat down on the examining table, as my doctor walked in. I told him my symptoms, and he did a quick check up. His cold fingers pressed against my lower back. “Breathe in and out.” He said. I did as told. “Slower.” he exclaimed. At that moment, while I was slowly breathing in and out, I could hear a small click every time I inhaled. The doctor looked up and said, “Ahhh, you seem to have pneumonia.” He explained to my mom and I what that meant because we were clueless. After he finished, he told us that if I waited any longer to go to the hospital, he wouldn’t be speaking to me, which opened my mom’s eyes finally. He told me that I couldn’t go to school for at least another two weeks, gave me a school note and my prescription. We left the hospital. My mom dropped me off, and went to pick up the medication. As I lay in bed, I remember thinking about everything that has happened to me in the past two days, and what the doctor told me. Those thoughts were interrupted by the opening of my bedroom door as my mom walked in. She handed me the medication. I swallowed the pills, and fell asleep. The next morning my mom walks in with a stack of papers. She said, “It’s alright if you’re not able to attend class,

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

3rd grade was when I started being bullied. Until the age of 11, I was what you would call overweight. I always ate more than I should have, and well, I didn’t stop. It never used to be that way, and I don’t really know what changed. The first half of my childhood was what I would consider great back then. I was your typical sweet and spoiled girly-girl. I wore dresses and had curly platinum blond hair, with bangs across my forehead. Back when I was that young, I was always energetic, what little kid isn’t? I was always running around and taking walks with my grandma, but that all ended when she died back in 2010. After that, I never wore dresses, I even started dying my hair, I became lazier, and that’s what led up to me

When I regained consciousness, I tried to open my eyes to check my surroundings. However, being so long in darkness, I could hardly see anything. By the stench and the "beep... beep... beep..." sound around me, I knew where I was. A while later, my eyes got used to the bright light and could see much more clearly. The first thing I saw was a doctor looking into my eyes very closely. When I moaned at him, he backed up and smiled. " You will be fine. Just a little painful; doesn't bother too much," he said. Then he turned to my mother, and they chatted for a while. Before he left the room, he turned to me again, "Rest some more." He smiled again and closed the door. His smile was so warm, but not as warm as my mother's. My mother walked up to me, and she pulled a chair and sat down. I was too afraid to look into her eyes; she would be so disappointed because I crashed the brand new car. It seemed like my head weighted 20 kilograms, and I could not pull it up. I

Growing up, majority of the time I was the youngest and shortest out of everyone else, so it was really hard to do things I wanted to do. I didn’t always live in Texas either. Before I moved here a lot happened. My mom was married to my biological father for a little then they got a divorce so he really wasn’t there to see me grow up only when I and my brother got to visit him. A little while later my mom was getting remarried and I didn’t really like the guy at first, but that’s like most little kids trying to adjust to new surroundings. Whenever my mom got remarried we became a military family and I didn’t know until I was older so it really didn’t affect me at the time. A couple of weeks later we moved to Germany. Here’s really when I really got sneaky.

One night after writing a history paper, I was so tired I went to bed without eating. Around two in the morning I woke up scared for my life. My clothes were soaked with sweat, my head was spinning, my whole body was shaking, and I knew my blood sugar was horribly low. Getting out of bed, I went to my fridge to get something to eat. The next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital bed with both of my parents looking at me. I had been informed that I slipped into a coma for a day and I was lucky to be alive. My heart had also stopped beating when they found me. My only thoughts were that I had missed a day of classes.

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

When I regained consciousness I was in the hospital lying on the bed with my parents beside me. As I came back to my senses and realized

Then I fell asleep since it was fairly late at night, if I remember right it was around 10 PM which I wasn’t use to being up that late then especially that I was just a small child then. Then when I woke up I was being taken out of the ambulance. I remember being even more worried because they said I didn’t have to worry but having to be in an ambulance does not help the situation.

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

I ran to my mom and told her the good news, but she looked dimly at me and only smiled a little, I asked what's wrong and she said, “All of my tumors have gone down but, I’m still sick, I can't have people raising money for me when i keep getting sick”, her voice cracking, all i said was “oh” and walked away, there was nothing i could do...When I got home from school, my aunt Cindy was there and Emergency responders were right in front of my aunt, my mom was on the floor and I freaked and ran toward her, a policeman asked me to identify myself, I said her daughter and i asked what went wrong, all he said was “I can't give that information, sorry” I started to get lightheaded and the only thing I remember was falling on the cold, bare ground, and darkness covering

Today mother made me run to school because the school called and told her that I have been stealing food from other kid’s. Mom thought that if she made me run i won’t have enough time to steal any food.After a few days I decided to get my chores done and run a hard as could to school, but only I would not go to school right away. I would stop by houses on my way to ask for food.Then when i got to school I would eat the food as fast as I can so mom when mom puts her finger down my throat to try to make me vomit up what I ate the food would already be

They walked in as slow as a sloth. My brother and I decided to stay in the lobby while they went into the room. It was just silence and constant glances around the room. They came out a couple minutes later, my aunt sobbing. Everyone piled into their cars and we headed to my grandma's house since it was closest. The whole car ride I was thinking about everything that was happening, I was just frustrated and sad that this had happened. When we got to my grandmas house we sat and watched T.V, but I don't think anyone was paying attention, just thinking and looking