"Adrien, please open up. It's me, Adrien." I heard my body's voice say, and it was the last thing I wanted to hear. I wasn't in the mood for talking. Not that I even could. I couldn't taste, smell, see, feel or hear anything. I was alone, floating in the void of my own mind.
"Adrien, please open up." It said again, and this time, I didn't even recognize its voice. It was more feminine, and it's funny how one's state of mind can affect their voice. I wasn't in the mood for listening. I was still thinking about everything I had seen.
Is this a dream, or am I insane? I asked myself, and humorously, then realized, I had no way of answering that whatsoever, because I was alone. It was that simple. Although, knowing me, I could still be in a coma.
Or in a coma AND dreaming. I thought to myself, and that thought led to another. What happens after I wake up? What will happen to me after I open my eyes? Instead of letting these thoughts consume me, I chose to embrace them, and let them normalize what I was going through, no matter what it was.
"Adrien, please open up. It's me, Adrien." It said once again, and this time, I heard its voice approaching me. I couldn't tell if it was getting closer or if everything was getting quieter. The only thing I felt was something warm. It was a feeling of comfort, and it made me happy to know that I was getting closer to my ''dream.'' How strange that this was, my first ''dream'' and the fact that it was a ''dream'' was probably the most exciting thing that could have been happening to me.
"Adrien, I don't understand why you won't just open the door, so we could talk. Please, Adrien, just open the door, and let me in. These things won't kill you and before you know it, you'll be wearing the dress and looking at the ocean, and we'll be in love," I heard the voice say.
"Move out of the way, right now." I heard, and it nearly scared the living daylights out of me. I was being called upon by, ''myself,'' and he sounded angry. I recognized this voice now. It was me. I was in danger, and I didn't just hesitate, I did it. It wasn't hesitation; I did it, and it hurt. I tried to stop it, but there was too much force though, and it hurt even more. That was the last thing I remember.
I opened my eyes, and everything was blurry. I couldn't see anything, but I started hearing voices around me.
"Hello, Adrien. Welcome to the world of the conscious," I heard a voice with a familiar accent. I couldn't make out what it was, but I knew that I'd heard it before. "I want to let you know that you are currently in a hospital, and you may not be able to move at this time," the voice said after a pause. I heard papers being shuffled, and I tried to make out who this voice belonged to.
It was a doctor. I could tell now. He was making himself more comfortable, and that means I must be better. I'm able to hear more clearly now. "I want you to know that everything going through your head is normal. It is the result of what happened to you on your motorbike. You hit your head, and have been in a coma for the past 40 years," the doctor said, and I nearly jumped out of my bed. No... no... no... that's just not possible, I thought.
You're just dreaming. You've probably been dreaming this entire time. I tried to remind myself, but something told me it wasn't true. A dream like this would never happen. I couldn't just be in a coma, and then wake up, years later, still in a coma, and in a hospital, no less. That isn't normal.
"Adrien, you may not be able to feel anything right now, but through time, you'll be able to move your legs, and feel it," the doctor said, and I wished more than anything that it weren't true. My dream felt too real. I wanted to just wake up, have my eyes open, and have everything back to normal.
Nothing ever goes my way. I thought to myself, and I just started sobbing. I couldn't even hear myself, I was that upset. It must have been just a dream. One day I'll wake up, and it will all be over. I thought, until I heard something that made my heart sink. The doctor said a name I didn't recognize, and it broke my heart into two.
"Mr. Agreste, I want to let you know that your son is awake, and should be feeling much better," the doctor said, and my heart sank. His son? I asked myself, and my heart nearly just stopped beating. Did I just hear that right? Did this doctor just say the name, ''Mr. Agreste?'' No, it couldn't be. I thought, but there was no denying it.
My dream just got real.