Good Morning
So I realize this isn't 'creepy' or whatever, but let me be. I'm just bored. So why not write a story. (Writing is one of my 'therapies') So I wrote a story about a kid in a coma. Whose name is Jacob. I do not know why.
I_ awoke in a cold sweat, not like it was any different. For the past week, I'd been waking up. Night after night, to a horrible noise that no one heard. To a strange dream that felt _too real. But this night, was different. I awoke to a voice, a real one, whispering my name. Yet, they didn't stay whispers for long. Slowly, yet surely, the voice gradually became louder. I covered my ears, as if it would help. It didn't of course, but it was all I could think of at the time. I searched the room for where the voice could be coming from, but I couldn't focus. The disembodied voice was at a full blown screech now. My eyes scanned every corner of the room as a I covered my ears. "GOD DAMNIT WHERE ARE YOU!" I shouted. To my surprise, the voice shut right up. Yet, so did my world. Everything started swirling, a horrible sensation twisting through my body, and I opened my eyes. It took a while for me to adjust to the lighting. I searched around the new room. There were nurses and doctors running about, I tried to muster up a 'Hey what the hell's going on?' but all that came out was a fit of coughs. All their eyes darted towards me. There was a few moments of silence but then everyone burst out cheering. The doctor walked over to me and smiled, "Good morning, Jacob."