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On My Own

Sascha Gillam


Two-thousand, one-hundred and sixty-three hours since she had

last spoken. If only Dad was there to help. I remember hoping, that

soon, Mum would join him in the sky. It would’ve been better than

what she was going through here.

The crash was fatal. Dad died and Mum barely survived.

I was left to pick up the pieces.

My thoughts were interrupted by a deep, male voice.

“If you want to speak to her, she can hear you. She just can’t


I turned to face the doctor that had been taking care of her.

“Thank you,” I whimpered.

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to me.

“Sometimes in these situations, it’s best to get back to your

normal routine,” he suggested.

“I don’t have a routine. I graduated university two days before

the crash. I’m unemployed and I live…


with my parents.” My

voice was barely a whisper.

After a minute of silence, he stood up and quietly left the room.

I thought about talking to her. There was something about

talking to a lifeless body that didn’t seem right. But I tried it anyway.

“They said that you can hear me. I don’t know if that’s true or not

but I’m talking to you, nonetheless. Doctor Johnson has been

taking good care of you. He says you probably won’t remember

much when…if you wake up. I remember what you told me about

your life, so maybe I can help you with that.”

I paused and took in a deep, shaky breath.

“You told me about how your Dad would take you to the park

every Sunday until you were ten. Your Mum would meet you at the

school gates and you’d ride your bike next to her as she walked the

dog, all the way home.”

I would’ve stopped talking, but the slow, repetitive beep from

the machine next to her bed reminded me that she was listening.

“You told me about the first time you met Dad. You were on a

skiing trip and you came flying down the hill and bowled him over.

You later found out he lived in your town. You always told me about

how his icy, blue eyes sparkled whenever he got excited. You also

told me about how I have his eyes.”

I sighed as I looked down at the tear stains on my dirty, grey