There was a moment in the past when everything in my life changed. I had died and woken up again. It was like a personal resurrection. However, I didn’t know it at the time.
A man spoke. His voice was flat, almost without any emotions when he said, “I know that you care a lot for your daughter but the prognosis is very poor. We’ve been giving her artificial nutrition, fluids and ventilation to keep her alive. Those are her life support. My senior believes that it is in her best interest to switch off that life support and let nature take its course.”
I heard a screeching wail followed by a sob. I recognised my mother’s voice when she said:
“No, No, Mia is still there!”
I am Mia. It was with horror that I realised that they were deciding my fate.
I wanted to reach my hands out to her in spite of the total darkness that I was in. However, it was futile. The sound of footsteps became fainter and perhaps a door slammed shut? Then, all I heard were beeps.
Confusion arrived. Why couldn’t anyone hear me? I had experienced vivid dreams and nightmares in the past but they paled into insignificance compared to now.
I can get out of this, I thought. I needed to wake up. My neck felt stiff like a block. Difficult as it was to move, I mustered all of my strengths to open my eyes.
The ceiling stared right back at me – all white. I wanted to say something. A sound formed in my throat but it came out as a groan. Tears blurred my vision.
I heard a creaking which sounded like a door opening. Someone had entered the room.
It was a woman who wore a blue nurse uniform and had a syringe in her hands.
I tried to say ‘please’ but nothing came out of my mouth. I tried again. “Please.”
She stopped dead in her tracks, with the needle just an inch away from pricking my skin.
“What – What did you just say?”
“Please,” I replied.
“Oh my god,” exclaimed the nurse.
She left the room but only to return later, bringing more people with her. Many strange faces hovered over me. They talked excitedly amongst themselves. They stopped when a man wearing a brown suit and a black tie comes forward. He introduced himself as Doctor Land.
“Mia how are you feeling?” asked Dr. Land.
I couldn’t get the words out.
“Mia, do you know where you are?”
“No,” I replied. I couldn’t help but notice that my speech was slurred.
“It’s okay,” said Dr. Land.
But how can it be okay? I silently thought to myself.
“Do you know today’s date?”
“Is it,” I struggle to get the words out, “the year 2012?”
Dr. Land paused before he finally said, “Don’t worry about the date. We need to get you comfortable. With all that you have been through you deserve some rest.”
I woke up from my coma in the year 2015. They told me that I was a medical miracle. No one had expected me to wake up after such a long period in a coma. They had predicted a bleak year for me.
As the days passed on, I learned more about my condition. I was unable to walk. My legs had been shattered in a number of places. Potentially, I could spend my whole life in a wheelchair. However, the physiotherapist reassured me that she would do everything in her powers to rehabilitate me. Then, there was the scar. It was the first thing that I noticed when I looked in the mirror for the first time since my awakening.
It began at the back of my head and ran down to the left side of my face. My skull had cracked during the impact of the collision that led to my long comatose state. It was only due to the skills of the surgeons that my brain had remained intact.
I was told by the medical team that recovery will be slow and take time. Even then, there was no guarantee that everything would return back to normal.
My body felt strange. I didn’t look like myself anymore. However, at the same time, I was glad to be alive. My friend, Tom wasn’t as lucky. I remembered pushing him away but then the truck… Yes, the truck must had hit us both.
My mother didn’t waste time to visit me as soon as she heard the news that I’d awakened.
I struggled to recognise her at first. Her eyes had sunk. She was a plump lady but now she was thinner than ever before. However, she had an unmistakeable smile on her face.
“Mia, I knew you would make it,” she said.
“Mum,” I said.
“Yes, darling?” she replied.
It took me a long time to say what was on my mind. Doctor Land had explored the possibility with me earlier and told me that I might have mild aphasia from the accident which he’d explained as the difficulty of forming words that you were thinking about.
“Thank you,” I finally managed to say.
“Mia. You don’t need to thank me. I would have gladly waited at your bedside over and over again. When they told me that you were in a coma I kept hoping that you’ll wake up. Now, that you’re awake… “A tear escaped my mother’s eyes. “It is the miracle that I’ve been hoping for.
She sat next to me.
“I hope you haven’t been too frightened?” she asked.
“Do you remember anything?”
“Not really,” I replied.
“But do you remember your family and friends?”
I nodded my head slowly.
“Thank God for that.”
“Mum,” I said suddenly. “Why am I here? Why me?”
“Oh dear,” replied my mother.
She started to recount the story. My friend Tom and I had been riding our motorcycles when a lorry suddenly appeared. I was hit and so was Tom. Unlike me, Tom was killed on impact. I sustained such injuries after the motorcycle accident that no one thought I could have pulled through but I did, albeit in a vegetative state.
“Auntie Crystal was so happy when she heard the news that you’ve woken up that she started jumping up and down in joy. Your cousin John can’t wait to come and visit. Do you remember when we used to go and visit Auntie Crystal at her farm when you were little?”
I nodded my head. There was someone else I remembered too.
“Arthur,” I said.
My mother’s happy demeanour suddenly changed. She looked uncomfortable. Was it something that I’d just mentioned?
“Her daughter had just moved to London to work as a freelance journalist.” continued my mother, shifting the subject quite suddenly.
“Arthur,” I said again.
“I promise you, when you’re feeling better we will talk about him. I just want you to get some rest now.”
“It’s not the time and place.”
“Is he okay?”
There was a pause before she said, “Arthur did his best. In the beginning, he was always at your bedside. Then, it broke his heart to see you in that state. He just couldn’t cope. He had moved on. He has a girlfriend now.”
I started gasping for breath. I couldn’t stop the tears that escaped from my eyes.
“Dear, dear,” my mother said, “I didn’t mean to upset you. The most important thing is for you to get better.”
“But, but the wedding…”
“Don’t think about that.”
My mother hugged me. However, her embrace failed to quell the flow of sadness within me.
How could Arthur leave me just like that? Friends since teenage years, we had reconnected and grown together during our adulthood. I thought he was the one. Now, he was gone.
Mother stayed till late at night. Then, she had to leave. She overstayed past the visiting hours and even then I sensed that she didn’t want to go.
She gave me one final kiss before she left. “Mia, you have to remember that we’re all rooting for you to get better,”
After my mother left, I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep.
I didn’t know how long I slept for but I woke up in the middle of the night. It was dark except for the light that came from the hospital corridor that my room was adjacent to.
A voice called out my name.
At first, I thought it was one of the nurses but no one was there. Then, I saw a brown haired girl standing by the windowsill. She was young and looked like she couldn’t be more than ten years old. She wore a navy blue dress.
“What are you doing here?” I murmured.
I shook my head. “I don’t know anyone named Angeline.”
I pressed the button for the nurse’s assistance. Angeline stood in front of me but as soon as the nurse finally responded to my call and entered the room, she ran away and disappeared into the darkness.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” asked the nurse.
“Who’s here?” replied the nurse.
“The girl. She said her name is Angeline.”
“When did you see her?”
“Just now. When you came in she left.”
The nurse looked at me quizzically. “I’ll get some assistance.”
The assistance did come. They gave me a drug. I was too confused to know what it was but the drug knocked me out. That night, I dreamt of Angeline – the brown- haired girl- for no particular reason.
by Chantal Ravens
“His love could lead to her damnation.”
Mia Castle wasn’t expected to wake up – ever. Two years ago, she had driven her motorcycle in between the paths of a truck and a friend in order to save his life. Disastrously, she was hit, putting her in a long coma. However, after a miraculous awakening, she defied the medical odds to become fully independent but was at the same time left with both physical and mental scars.
Since the accident two years ago, her fiancée had moved on and unexpected events had happened in the lives of people she loves. Mia herself had changed. Mia now experienced visions that spanned time and space. With no explanations in sight, she tried to get away from it all by holidaying in a small cottage in Wiltshire. There, she meets Blake Carter. Blake with his dark, smouldering looks and mysterious aura was unlike any man that Mia had ever met. However, he hid a secret that could tear them apart.
Unbeknown to Mia, Blake had been looking for the Damnation Plays and Mia could be the key to finding it.
The Damnation Plays had been in existence for thousands of years. Concealed by dark forces it could bring damnation to the world.
New alliances will be forged and old friendships tested as Mia and Blake raced against time to prevent the deliverance of a legendary evil.