I remember when we were teenagers; we talked almost every night about the strangest things. She had great taste in music, liked small plants and chai tea.
She was an amazing artist but could never believe it.
Sometimes things would get hard for her though, she feels a deep emptiness, like something’s not right.
It’s a loop of sorts, but she doesn’t know she’s stuck in it; it’s like each time she forgets, tries to change things but nothing seems to work.
I can see she is getting worse, she feels as though things will be like this forever, never getting better, trapped.
We used to talk almost every day but rarely see each other, now I see her every day, but it’s been a while since we last talked.
The doctors say she is stuck in a comma and if she doesn’t wake up soon, she may never.
This is my third try now.
The first time we talked online I sent her a story; hopefully it is not the same for the last.
I’ve been sitting here for weeks now but she will wake up I know it.
I don’t know if you are getting these messages, but if you are, all you have to do is wake up. Please, Brooke, just wake up, I miss you.