Chapter 2: CHAPTER 1

ONE YEAR

Lexie.

This seems like a fucking nightmare, I mean the ones you feel like never end. Do you understand me? I mean that in those nightmares you think that what just happened to you is the end, but what you don't know is that something much worse is coming and then something that goes beyond the above.

A. Fucked. Shit.

Since I woke up and after they called my parents, nobody wants to tell me what is happening, I have been putting up with the whispers of the nurses who pass by outside the room every day saying; "Oh my god she woke up!" "I thought she was never going to wake up" "I heard I fight with the nurses" Damn! I'm here, I can hear them.

I just hope that Liam comes for me is all I ask, an hour ago he should have been here, like my parents. Where are they? I want you to explain to me what the hell is happening, is it that a lot happens to me with tequila and I am here hospitalized for an alcoholic coma?

—Is it ... is it serious? Isn't it a false alarm? —Someone is talking down the hall too loud. I crawl across the bed to poke my head around the door frame to see who it is.

The joy is inserted in my chest like a bucket of cold water extinguishing all my worries.

It's Liam.

I don't have time to call him because he has already walked through the door as a gift through his house. He looks at me agitated as if he had run a marathon, up to here his face is astonished and .... sadness, from my height I see his beard that may be days ago, he wants to say something, but the words do not come out. His appearance is too funny, my Liam would never neglect his appearance and would be smiling at everything that has legs and walks.

It is like seeing another person.

—Who's after you? —I say and look behind him to get into the role, I want to tease him a little.

—What? —He says barely in a small voice.

—Who's after you? —I glare at him because I know he heard me right.— Why are you so agitated?"

—Oh Lex ... —she strides up to the bed, he takes me into his arms and strokes my hair up and down. He is worried, I know him. The truth is that my brother has only cared about one thing in his life and he has always been to protect me. It has always been like that, since childhood he blamed himself for the things I did and our mother always scold him, he told me that he didn't care because he would always take care of me— I thought that ... I believed ... God believed that I had lost you He whispers into my hair.

—You'll lose me if you don't tell me where you've been, they told me they called you more than an hour ago and you've been here for an hour."

He looks at me and I am present that one side of his mouth is curled up and he smiles. It doesn't last long because droplets of water have started running from his eyes. I bring my hand up to his cheek and quickly wipe the tears away. I feel a great relief in my chest that appears out of nowhere and cradles against my hand, if we could take a picture now it would be fantastic, I think we look quite ridiculous in this position.

—I've missed you so much, I have so many things to tell you. —He sighs.

—Well, it better start before I'm hungry and you know how I get when I haven't eaten anything."

He separates smiling in a way that sticks to me and embraces me again with all his strength. I just hope he can tell me what's going on.

—On New Year's Eve we were having a few beers on my balcony, we had just finished dinner and everyone was downstairs celebrating — we are all in my hospital room, my parents are sitting in the brown chair in front of my bed. Liam is next to me holding my hand while he explains why I am here— you received a message, you said something about your wish coming true, I really didn't understand what that was about and I couldn't say something either because you went straight for the keys off your bike, you ran down the street in the middle of the Lexie blizzard. You didn't come back for hours and we started to worry, we were calling you but you didn't pick it up, we didn't hear from you until dawn was when the police knocked on the door and ... and ...

—What about Liam?—I rush him to keep telling me, but he gets up and walks out the door. —He's leaving.

The truth is, I don't remember anything he said.

—And we were informed that you had had an accident on the zero slopes —my father continues, "you were going over a hundred and twenty, and on the slope, your motorcycle overturned causing your head to hit the ground. The police said that someone found you in the middle of the rubble and called the ambulance, they also told us that it took two hours until they found you —he stopped talking as if he were debating whether to say the following or not— you arrived at the hospital with principles of hypothermia and a serious injury to your head, they did surgery and you were inside for hours but they told us —his voice cracked but he quickly regained his composure and said— you've been in a coma ever since.

You've been in like since then ...

His words were repeated in my head as when a record does not stop playing and plays as soon as it ends.

I've been in a coma, I had an accident on my motorcycle, I can't believe it. Why can't I remember?

Because he was erased from your mind.

What made me go out in the blizzard that night? I've never driven a hundred and twenty because I'm scared of tipping over, I certainly did that night. Millions of questions come to mind, but I am dismissed for one of them. The one that scares me the most.

—How many? —My voice barely comes out.

—What? —that is my mother.

—How long have I been here?

They look at each other, but neither response. I need to know it.

—How much to fuck —I cry looking at the tear that fell into my hand, I hadn't realized that I was crying. At that moment I had detached myself from my body, it was me, but I was not there, my mind and my soul were not in that room and less when my father pronounced the following words.

—One year ... —my father whispered.

It was all I needed to collapse right there, I cried and I did it with desire like I had never done it, I did it until Liam appeared and wrapped his arms around me like when I was a child.

I love my brother, I believe that it is the power of the other to be at the right moment when we need each other the most. We are twins, we were born the same day, but he always said that he was the oldest for having been born five minutes before me, and at that moment in his arms was the only place he wanted to be.

Liam stayed with me that night, he hugged me until my body stopped shaking and after-hours the tears stopped falling.

One year, I had missed a whole year with my family, my friends, and with Sam. We had decided to go to Weist University together, I had finally confessed to him that I liked him for a long time, and to my surprise, he told me the same thing, we had proposed to try even though we were best friends and now I don't know what becomes of him.

I started to think about the people who would have come to see me, who were accompanying me while I was in an infinite dream, I wanted to ask Liam so many questions, how things were while he was gone, ask him if he had a girlfriend or if he was still in love with Jenna but no word came out of my mouth.

The next three days I didn't say many words either, just enough and necessary to say "Yes" "No" or "I'm hungry", I barely had a bite to eat, so I hardly ate during that week. My mother came to see me every day I was here, and sometimes she stayed to sleep, she told me the good news.

He told me that Liam had gone to another university that is eight hours from where we live and he came to see me every weekend he could and on vacations, he stayed with our uncles and cousin, he told my mother; "I will not go anywhere without her, I will wait for her whatever it takes." That made me smile, I could imagine Liam with his angry voice and his wrinkled face, he rarely looked like that since my brother was the most cheerful and euphoric person on the planet.

One day I came to confess that they thought I would not wake up and they were planning to disconnect me, it gave me an ugly feeling to hear that they were left without hope, but without a doubt they did not, they kept waiting for me and every day I will thank them for that.

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