I woke up. Got put out of the coffin and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I thought about what had happened.
Well, at least I'm over it. I guess my mind just went into shock. I thought as I pulled in my mind and locked it back up.
"LAMIA!!!!! LAMIA WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!?!" Jean shouted worridly.
"In here!" I answered calmly. I wondered why he was so worried. Jean appeared at my side.
"Thank goodness your ok!" he said hugging me.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked him confused.
"Love, you've been in a coma..." Jean began to say but I cut him off.
"I remember but that was last night. I'm fine now." I said smiling at him. It didn't make sense. Why was he so worried?
"Lamia, you've been out of it longer than a day. Its been twenty-seven years." Jean said holding me still.
"TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS!?!" I asked. I blinked a few times at him. I reapeated myself my voice jumping up tree octaves.
"Unless the calendar is wrong, I made you in 1908 and now it is 1935." he said calmly.
"Wow, I'm so sorry..." I began before being cut off.
"It's ok, don't worry about is" Jean said smiling. "And you're better now, and that is all that matters." Jean said. He hugged me. I hugged back halfheartedly. Twenty seven years? I asked myself.
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