Flashback- Broken

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I hear a monotonous beeping bringing me back to reality. I try to open my eyes, but if seems like they weigh a ton. I feel like I fight forever to open them, but I can't seem to do it. I hear distant voices talking. I can't tell whether they are calling me or talking to each other. I'm not able to figure out before the darkness consumes me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The same noise is lulling me from my sleep. I squint my eyes open, successfully this time. The bright light is almost blinding, but I'm able to make out a white ceiling. I drop my gaze down looking at the plain wall in front decorated with medical posters. When my eyes drift to my body, I see IVs and wires sticking out of me running in different directions.

"Em. Honey. Are you awake?" I manage to make out the voice of my mother from the ringing in my ears.

"Micheal, come quick! She's awake" I hear her more clearly now as well as the shuffling of feet. Soon both of my parents' faces are hanging over me.

"W-where..." I'm interrupted by a coughing fit once I realize how dry my throat is. My father immediately hands me a glass of water that I down in a couple gulps.

"Where's Ady?" I manage to squeeze out surprised by the raspiness of my voice.

They both look at each other, but I don't miss the look of despair on my mother's face.

"Emilia, do you not remember what happened?" My mom grabs my hand as she asks.

Suddenly everything comes crashing back. Mile's blood. Ady's lifeless eyes. I feel the tears flowing down my face.

"L-luke. Where's Luke?" My voice is barely above a whisper. I'm already dreading the worse.

"I'm so sorry, honey. You've been in a coma for a month now. They haven't found him. They... they think he fell in the river. Today the detectives have presumed him dead. I'm so sorry."

I feel my air way constrict. I gasp for air but I don't feel any enter my lungs. My tears flow into my mouth as I continue to try to breath. I feel like a fish out of water like all of the oxygen has drained away. My vision tunnels leaving only a small portion visible. I pray that I pass out soon from lack of oxygen hoping next time I won't wake up.

How did I lose all three of them? Why did I have to survive? Out of the three of us, I'm the one with the least promising future. I wasn't planning on being a doctor like Miles, a mom like Ady or a business man like Luke. I have no reason to be here. Especially without them.

I feel my parents holding on to me trying to comfort me, but they feel so far away. They can't bring me back. I feel like I'm too far gone. Too broken.

I feel a needle inject into my arm and the my mind goes blank. Grateful for the numbness, I give into the darkness again.

Apparently I was sedated for whole day. When I woke up, several doctors and nurses came in to assess me and change out IVs. It didn't bother me. I didn't feel anything. I am completely numb to everything around me. I'm pretty sure I'm broken. I haven't said a word to anyone or tried to eat anything. I just wish that I didn't survive.

"Emilia, I am Dr. Jones. I am the psychiatrist that has been assigned to your case. Are you aware that you have suffered a severe concussion and a traumatic brain injury?" A man in a white coat looking no older than forty asks me.

I simply look up at him making eye contact for the first time since I woke up. I hope he takes this as an answer because I don't think I can force any words out.

"I'll take that as a yes then." He lets out a chuckle, but I give him a look letting him know I don't see any humor in this situation. He clears his throat quickly and proceeds.

"I'm going to need to run several tests to make sure that you are not cognitively impaired from the incident. I also want to run through a couple therapy sessions to see how you're doing emotionally."

He asks my parents to step outside before sitting in the chair beside my bed.

"Alright then. Let's begin." He takes out his notes and starts asking me questions. This goes on for a couple hours with the only answers I give being nods and shrugs. He doesn't seem to be bothered with my lack of communication. His smile never falters which gives me an eerie feeling. I lost three people who I loved more than anything and this man in front of me just can't seem to stop smiling.

Luckily, the interrogation is over, and my parents are brought in.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It seems that Emilia isn't suffering from any cognitive damage which truly is a miracle." His smile seems to grow wider which I didn't think was possible.

"However, it is very clear that she is suffering from PTSD, severe anxiety, and depression. I recommend that we get her into therapy soon and try to get her back on a schedule."

I zone out as my parents begin to ask Dr. Jones about my diagnosis. I feel empty like I have no reason to live. Feeling exhausted from the emotional strain of today, I close my eyes begging for sleep to take me away from what's going on around me. Unfortunately, as soon as I close my eyes the events that brought me here play over and over through my mind. When I hear my screams echo through my head, I awake with a start and feel another panic attack threaten to surface. I beg for more sedative to numb me wanting any escape I can get. Eventually, I feel the comforting sting of a needle, and everything fades away.