17. Save Me.
It's been five months now since I came out of my coma. Though I made a lot of new friends at school. I didn't quite feel the same. I felt less like me and more of someone who was constantly lurking over their shoulder. I wasn't bubbly like I once was, and every tiny bang made me jump. I kind of felt like the girl at school who everyone had to pity because she got badly beaten. It didn't exactly help the fact I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried. Each day that had pasted by, I would force myself to speak but even then. Nothing seemed to come out. I couldn't figure out why even when my doctor told me there was nothing wrong. I found it troubling.
At school no one picked on me but when I roamed the halls. I could feel all eyes of pithiness on me and I felt like I was dr
