The Coma part 2

In the very next second, he heard some faint voices and a bright light in his eyes. He felt excruciating pain in his head. He saw many green people standing next to him. This made no sense to him. He was alright, he knew that he saw stitch in his belly. He tried to move his hand. “Where am I?”, he asked As soon as he moved his hand, to find what was going on, the serenity of the place dissolved and everyone was moving and shouting. “How could he be awake” shouted one of the green guys. “I have no idea, Sir, he was given a very high dose of anesthetic.” “How about giving him some more and this is going on your report Doctor.” “Nurse, bring the syringe and the bottle of Atracurium, 10 mg should do this time. “This time he should not wake up.” “No, he won’t.” the doctor replied with more confidence. After the medication, he found his eyes heavy and he was again running, with no strength. He was making some strange sounds which were gibberish to many people. Some those scenes were, “Lies” “Run” and as soon he said “He is coming to get me.” he was once again engulfed in darkness. Somewhere in the same city. After tending to his wounds, he made his way to his room. It was dark, a red light was giving an impression that it was a room for photographers. In fact, it was.

The room smelled of chemicals. He seemed to like that smell. There were a rope and a few bottles of (the chemical) lying there. He made his way to the washroom. Even the mirror refrained to say the true inner soul. He was staring at the mirror as if he was talking to it. His cold eyes gave him look for a dead man. He felt no remorse at what he was doing. He was not ashamed. He made his way to his den. There was no one except him and his loneliness and his camera. He sat down, took his camera in his hand. Plugged the cable to his laptop. Then, within seconds he was glancing at his marvelous pictures of the day. There was a girl lying on the bed. Then the next one's could send a chill to anyone normal human. There was a girl in the crushed face. He was smiling. “It was fruitful indeed.” For a moment, he thought about the girl. And gave a sigh. Poor thing need not had to die. I asked her not to lie yet she did. They all lie to me. So they get the judgment of justice from me. “Will the guy live?” he asked himself. “I’ll soon find out.” But I know exactly where to find him. He got up and made his way to the nearest bookshelf. It took him a few seconds to find his old diary. He flipped through the pages, he stopped at one. He looked the page for a while and a treacherous smile was instantly on his face. It reads The Coma Between the life and death, There lies a place, Where no one wants to go, But, I will be the one venture, Like an expedition of knowing self, Whom you have not known in your whole life, Do not fear what they say When you lie, in a coma. You may not recall who you are, You can be a no one, You can live your life there, but alas, you can’t. How is it like being there? Where there is no truth or lie, Where there is no life or death, Where there are only you with hope, Maybe not hope, only you. Where with your consciousness, And reasoning won’t help you decide, What is right and wrong, But you can decide there, No! You can’t and never will be, Because it’s not your world, but mine. Don’t fear when you look at some ugly creäture, It's just a reflection of what you have become, For the choices made have led you to this point, Where now you lay on a bed in a coma, Is it bad lying like that, People looking at you as you are dead, Are you? You feel alive. You love being there It has your loved ones, Those who are buried Deep within your heart, thoughts. Those who can’t come out of They may cause too much pain But it is okay, not anymore, You are in a coma now. You don’t feel any pain or do you? There is no reality here, For it is a coma Just a pause in life. So don’t die there, I may be far away, but, one day, I will come and get you. When I find you, you would regret Why did you leave? As you are not going back, To your place, where you belong, The comma, life in silence. I will find you and I’ll haunt you. So bad that you would beg that you were never alive.