I remember the world being bright. I remember waking up early in the morning just to watch the sun brighten up the sleepy city. I remember that day. Driving so fast, it seemed like we were chasing the sun. Then it happened. The brightness had been sucked out of my life, and I have not seen light ever since. Each day that continues on, there is no light to lift my spirits. There is no light to brighten up my day. It's been so long since I've seen the light, and I don't know if I can hold on much longer.


4. Chapter 3

Day 55, still. . . nothing.


My mind is dark. I don't hope for light anymore, and I'm pretty sure that it isn't going to come back.


Throughout the day, I hear more voices. Reassuring words are whispered to me. Telling me to wake up, telling me to move, telling me it would be okay if I opened my eyes.


But then something different happened; Someone grabbed my hand and my heart rate spiked. Whoever grabbed my hand made me respond in a way that I couldn't control.


"Did you see that?!" People exclaim. "Bridges responded!"


Why do they call me Bridges? Is it my name?


"Open your eyes Bridges, come on, you can do it." A voice whispers to me.


The voice is soft and smooth. And it makes my heart rate faster, for whatever reason.


I will my eyes to open, but it's like lifting a cement block with only your eyelids. And I can't do it.


This voice belongs to someone, and they will help me find the light again.


I have new hope.

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