I was a man, a man held to the teeth of the world. All the troubles piled on top of me, not having a job, not having to maintain a family. It was all so close and claustrophobic that it made me sick. Yet there were times when it was different, meeting her in that restaurant was a light that I didn't know would change me. She was beautiful, with lush brown hair, and pure green eyes. She was like an angel to me, the person that brought me a bit of happiness during these times.
Then, everything started to work. I got a job as the promoter and advertiser for the shoe company my closest friend held. I had a kid of my own that was 3 months old. It was all working out for me, I felt like I finally had a grasp over my reality. The company grew more and more, and the sales grew also.
I had a taste of what it was like to be rich, you could have anything in the world with it. People told me money couldn't get you happiness but I'd smile and tell them that I'd be in a large house, have food to eat, and a car that'd let me drive without wasting any of my energy. Money doesn't buy you happiness but it buys you the canvas to be more than just happy. At the time I thought those people were jealous of who I was, but now as I stand and let these memories go through my head, I realize they were trying to help me. Money is an object that will only make you work more and more for it, it'll drain your soul until you have nothing but the will to get richer and richer.
I was starting to grow more and more, I was more willing to work mindlessly than to be with my kid and wife. Even in my spare time, I'd try to make deals or ways to advertise the company and hook up with bigger brands to collaborate with. Then Saturday night, the news comes. My 4-year-old daughter passed away. I told them why or what happened and all they told me was that her heart had stopped working. I was at work at the time, I had to rush to the hospital and see her. It was the first time something hit me hard.
I wanted to let out all my tears and cry like a kid. Yet my body could not cry, I was just a blank white slate. I looked into the small casket and a tear came from my right eye. Only if I were there with her, only if I were there to give comfort when she was stuck in a place she hadn't known. I was so focused on my job and the track to become greater, that I lost the reason why I was on that track. It was for my family.
Months passed by, and I was hollowed out almost, working was the only thing that helped me with my life. My relationship with my wife had grown apart more and more, we'd fight every day. I remember wanting to tell her sorry about it all and start living happily again. I was willing to give up my job and everything to be happy in a place far far away, but I couldn't. That day I had a call from my friend, he told me that they were holding up a ceremony or an anniversary for the company. He told me that I was free to go on with my life after, but I had to be there at the anniversary. We got in the car and drove.
The lights zoomed past us as we talked about life, he told me that the meaning to his life was to see him becoming more and more respected by the competition, he wanted to leave a legacy that would leave people to remember him even after death. I told him about my life and how I wanted to retire after tonight, he was understanding and told me "if there is anything you need help with, let me know."
It felt calming watching the street lights go past me, the wind was blowing my face, it all felt relaxing.
Then we saw two lights in front of us, we didn't know what it was, but quickly realized it was a truck heading straight at us. We tried breaking but we had no control over the car and crashed. The car spun down the road. Then I woke up here.
The door out of the rainbow of colors was the way back to reality. They were all crying, all around me. The doctor told the old man "He's been here for 8 months, no response from him, he's as unresponsive as a statue." I wanted to talk but I couldn't, I couldn't move or anything. It was like I was watching as a spectator. The old man was saddened by the news and said "We have to take the life support away, it's only hurting him more, let him die peacefully." I was confused, then the girl beside me held onto my shirt and cried. I focused on my vision and realized it was my wife.
The old man was my father and the elderly woman was my mother.
I was in a coma for 8 months. It all felt like a snap going by, I never felt anything. I was on life support all this time after the crash, I was unresponsive but was alive. All those rooms and memories I lived through, were my life. I never believed in "Your life flashes before your eyes when you die." Yet here I was, living through my past like a puzzle. As they all cried more and more, I could feel my legs give out. Then my vision got blurrier and blurrier. I saw them all cry, which made me want to cry, yet I couldn't. Only a tear from the right eye, and it was all. Right beside my wife, a little girl was standing by, it was my daughter, who looked almost like an angel. A thought came to mind, I knew what my name was. "Reverie", what a beautiful name. As my vision gets dark, my mind falls into a trance.
The end.